Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 4 Oh You've Got To Be Kidding Me

Cole

Victory, that's what I feel right now. Watching her stand there in humiliation, ready to cry. I said it was going to be her year of hell. And I meant it. Even today during class, whenever she was stuttering just trying to get some words out to Mrs. Woods. That was priceless. I would like to think part of that reason was because she was still in shock from my stunt. Or, it could just be because she's just that weird.

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    "I want you guys dressed and ready on the ice in five!" Coach Troy yells before slamming the locker room door shut. After school everyday we have hockey practice from three to five. I've been playing hockey since i was ten years old. I guess you can say I'm pretty decent considering I'm the captain of the team. My dad has pushed and pushed me to be where I am. Everyday since then, I've practicing and practicing to be the best. So here I am now, getting bruised feet from my skates and beating everyone's asses on the ice.

    I pull my skates on my feet and tie them up before standing up and shutting my navy blue colored locker. "Watch It, Sanders," I hear a raspy voice spit at me as someone shoves me out of the way in the shoulder. I turn around to spot the culprit and see the one and only dickwad Dace.

    "Excuse me?" I spit back fist balling at my sides. Dace turns around and instantly laughs at my manner.

    "I said excuse me. What, daddy's boy can't hear very well?" Before I know I'm lunging at his throat, ready to rip it out. All it takes is those two simple words, daddy's boy. And he knows that. Everyone in this school thinks I'm where I am and get what I want because my fathers rich and controls everyone. If only they knew the true story.

    My fist comes in contact with Dace's mouth, causing blood to spew from it. Dace then takes his punch and hits me in my cheekbone. My entire body is out of my control, completely overtaken by anger. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, all I know, is that it feels good.

    I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist and rip me off of Dace's body. I turn around face still red and now bloody with anger. I shake myself out of coach Troys grip as he glares at me and I glare back at him.

    "You and Dace, home, now!" Coach Troy yells as he points towards the exit. My chest moves heavily up and down as my breaths stay out of control. But without wanting to be in this shitty locker room anymore, I forcefully grab my bag off of the wooden bench, and leave the locker room without looking back. I flip Dace off trough the little glass panel on the door before walking off to my car.

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Freya

    "Do you think there's any way I can skip just this one assignment?" I try to ask Mrs. Woods in my most sappy, sad voice. Mrs. Woods takes her burgundy cat women glasses off her face and sets them down on her cherry wood desk.

    "And why is that, Miss. Gibson?" she responds folding her hands in front of her. I stand there for a moment in thought, fiddling with my fingers and contemplating on my answer. How about because I don't have any "light in the dark". I don't have any "sunshiny things". How am I supposed to write a full fled report over that?

    "Look Freya, I know the past summer has been tough, but—."    

    "No!" I shout cutting her off. "You have no idea what the past summer has been like." Mrs. Woods sighs and looks up at me with pity, which I hate.

    "I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just saying that no student is an exception. And honestly, I think this assignment would be really good for you." I give her a confused expression as I pause at her words.