The Bad and Me

The Senior and the Freshman

As he walked away I reminded myself of my duties and snapped out of my trance to look over the journal.  I could make out one “X” (a person in need of help) that was headed in my direction.  I lifted my head from the journal and gazed ahead of me.  I could see a girl dressed in a brand new uniform, carrying a satchel slung across her shoulder as she texted someone on her smart phone.  She looked like an average student, and there wasn’t a stuck up or rich feeling about her.  So I started to listen into her thoughts…

Should I post this nude or this nude of Emily on Instagram, she thought.  

 Holy crap, this is urgent, I echoed.

This one shows off her body more, but this one makes her appear more drunk, so I guess I’ll go with the second one, she decided. 

This one’s really bad, but has an easy fix to it, I thought.  So I focused hard on the girl’s decision skills and switched her section where she was deciding to post the pictures into deleting the nudes instead.  Her thoughts automatically changed from evil to good, and I listened as she decided to delete all the nudes from her phone.

I enjoy what I do, and I’m glad I have a good purpose in this world, instead of relying on materialistic ideas and other people.  I walked around the school a little more and another X started to appear on my left, and it was heading toward the D building.  I quickened my pace as I followed the person down a hallway, not quiet making out who it was.  All I could see was a speedy speck ahead of me.  My fast walking turned into running and so did the speck’s.  Soon I was sprinting toward my prey.  I wasn’t making any progress, since the speck seemed to be sprinting even faster then my fastest pace.  I took my eyes off of the journal for a few moments to regain my direction, and when I looked back at the journal the speck had disappeared.  I thought I might have been off track, but every direction I turned showed no sign of the person.  I ran straight ahead, and then made a sharp left, only to find myself in the parking lot outside the front courtyard of the school.   

The person appeared to know my every movement before I did and used this sixth sense to get ahead and escape.  Unless they were running from someone else, like a bully or friend.  But no one else was displayed on the paper besides the two of us.  I was completely puzzled.  Soon I saw my mom’s car parked near the end, so I walked casually to her, tired out from the chase.

“Hop in the car, Lisa,”  my mom yelled, “I’ve gotta run to a needy client fast!”

Once I was home and alone, as I have been many times before, I observed my journal.  Nothing seemed broken or ripped, so I worked on my homework and ignored the journal.  

************Flashback***********

Thank god I passed that test, I swear I was sure I’d fail, I thought to myself.  I had just taken my first test of the school year in World History CP, and I had been sweating like a beach volleyball player in the heat of summer.  But after our results came back, I discovered I had aced the test, including getting the extra credit points.  See here’s when a really good memory comes in handy; something I had gained over my years.  

            I withdrew my memory journal from my backpack, reminding myself of my other dutie besides school.  I was shocked to find an X pop onto the page so quickly, and I gazed to my right near its location.  All I could see was a cement wall dividing me and a long hallway, which looked like a dark alleyway you would see in crime movies.  

            I swiveled into the hallway, examining the area.  I could faintly see a couple (or so it seemed) playfully messing around with each other.  The girl, obviously a freshman, was pressed against the wall, her uniform shirt being torn off her by the brute senior boy with sexual force.  I knew this was the turning point of the scene, I alerted my senses and focused on the boy’s thoughts.

            I can’t wait to see what’s underneath these tight clothes of hers, he mercilessly thought.  So innocent and yet she was brave enough to get close to a senior.

           The girl was trying her hardest to push him away nicely, but he pressured her on.  I immediately heard her shriek, “Hey, don’t touch me there.  Hey, don’t you think you’re going too far with that hand? Please get off of me!” She pleaded more and more with her squeaky voice, but the boy seemed to be in his own world of pleasure.  

            I was ready to make a move.  I concentrated hard on the boy and swam into his polluted mind.  Soon enough, I found his decisions where he was conjuring his moves and switched his grip on them.  Suddenly, the boy unclutched himself from the freshman and backed away, hitting his back against the wall opposite her.  The girl promptly burst away from the hallway, thankful she was freed from the situation.  I watched as she ran in the route leading toward the parking lot.  The senior was left with a clueless facial expression on his flushed face, as he stood dumbfounded at the panicking girl.  Thank god I caught that, just in time as well, I concluded.

*********End of Flashback*********