Through The Sight Of Another

Chapter 7

I stare out across the junk yard 'look at all the broken, pieces of crap!' I silently think to myself, I walk round to the front bulkhead, I whistle for the guard to open up, the stupid idiot has his internal buds blasting! I can hear them from over here. I wave, I gesture, I look a fool.... The passerby watch as I act crazy for the attention of the guard. After ten minutes of waiting, the guard just sits there in his raggedy stool-chair, dramatically mouthing the words to his song..... Em... From what I can hear, it sounds like a rather old song, it sounds like 'Timber' by the old, umm.. Bulldog or Great Dane, uhhhh... Ummmm, erm. PITBULL! That's it, wow! He sure had to search deep for that one, that's a classic, classic.

As i was frustrated at the guard for his lack of attention and the gross over exaggeration of that song, I start to remember back when I went to Dr. Trinnan's office, when I knocked on the door, I bent the indication sign. Now if I can do that, I must can get through this regular metal.

I run round back and get where I'm not in plain sight, but then again, who cares if sight is plain, sight is still sight, so I move over quarter inch, now I'm completely out of sight (more like it) I take a jab at the wall, then gave the loudest screech ever, as I realized, I punched the steel wall with the wrong arm. I shake it and shake it, until the pain worsens 'the heck! I thought it be going' I thought in my head. I disregarded the pain, and then drew back, with the opposing arm, and with all my trust and might, my arm goes barreling for the wall, every inch closer and closer, I can feel the wind rush through the fine little hairs on my arm, the breeze blowing past my fist as it gets closer, almost there, till. Finally! We meet, my fist takes its place flush against that wall, placing a huge dint, I draw back for yet another, then I bash the wall thoroughly, and I'm in. The view from the hill doesn't compare to the up and close look of it all,

"Blimey! This is for real"

I bullhead for a, relatively small Graph Cart, not one of the big ones yet, I place my hand under the side, and with all ease, I hurl the vehicle! The fun has begin.

After 4 full hours, of flipping, throwing and hurling vehicles, the security guard (the exaggerator) notices me in the field, so I had to flee, I wish I could see their looks, when they see 220 vehicles turned over, oh man! That's a lot of work to do.

I walk the sidewalk, for as long as it takes, as I walk pass a corner cliff alley way, I smell the thickest aroma of iron, I've ever set my nose to. I take a stroll down the cliff way, to see the cause of the smell, there.... To my horror, a man, wasted away in his own blood pool, what's happened here, I yell.... And yet! No one is around for aid, the man is dead. No return. I walk closer, and just as if it was a ghost, the man had vanished, the remains of his blood along with him. As strange as it sounds, I know what I saw, I'm honest.....

Anyways, this probably wraps up this session.

"Mister, Clarry! I thank you for coming here and sharing your experience with the rest of the class, will you attend tomorrow?"

"Yeah! Sure. Whatever"