The Muscles and The Meek

Chapter 20: Back Here

WHEW!! Well, that was horrible. It's been a long time since I've written but at least I'm back. So Richerd and I are a couple, my dad knows, my mom is dead, I'm getting to know people at my new school and yeah that's it. It's a lot of things I've forgotten in this thing, but I still love to write.

So, back at the school, it's still boring. Same faces, same clothes, the same shit. I think that we have a new girl though. A small girl. She was short maybe 3'2, but she acted so grown. Yelling, screaming, even trying to teach the teacher. I never saw anything like it but I hope that she doesn't try me. It'll be a whole different ballgame.

The class was short today. Integers, summaries, history, and a lot more but I think that Gym was the longest class of the day. So I was helping the teachers, again. Every week, it seemed they gotten even uglier.

"James, can you help me with this box before..you know...your diarrhea kicks in? "

"Sure," I said with a fake chuckle, "Which box?"

"The box with the name of Richerd on it."
For a second, I wanted to ask for the name again but I knew I heard it loud and clear. She pointed to a big box that looked like a box for people who are about to leave. Something was wrong.

So I grabbed the box and kicked the door open with a big BANG. I whistled loud down the hallway, trying to get his attention. I knew Richerd would be out around this time so I tried my best to get him to get me. I heard footsteps down the hall. It was a deadly thump, like someone was mad at there mother, stomping up to there room.....but slower. I saw a shadow stretch across the lockers and it looked like it was coming towards me. I finally realized that the recess door was open. Then I saw it. Richerd. Slumping across the hall towards me. I dropped the box, which hit the floor like glass, and ran towards him. He fell unto my shoulder and I held him, slowly lowering him to the ground.

"James, "He said, "If I die...Know that...I love you."
"You're going to make it." I cried knowing that I was unsure. I wasn't a doctor. What the hell was I thinking. But I knew I had to try.

Blood was on my hands and I knew I had to call. I dialed in 9-1-1 on his phone. It was happening all over again. Someone I loved dying. Dying in a way, through something so tragic. I knew I just couldn't let him go.

Now I sat in the blood, looking like the suspect of the crime. The cops finally came and asked me who he was. I told them I couldn't answer because he was more to me. More than anyone I knew.