Onision Self Insert (Reaper's Creek)

Chapter 3: He Had Black Eyes

The walk to the school bus was cold, the gravel covering the road up the hill to our stop creaked and crunched under my feet. I didn't understand why it was already so cold, but I just came from Ohio, a place I only knew for its 90 to 100 degree summers and blazing humidity. Maybe I just lost touch with the place I was born. The cold breeze, the gray skies, the place I knew to be everything became a faint memory after being in Ohio for only a few months, yet it still felt like home.

My cousin Michelle was at the top of the hill waiting for the bus as well. Joanna remained silent as we walked up. "Hi Michelle" I said as our quarter mile walk came to an end. "Hi Greg & Joanna!" Michelle replied. Michelle had her bangs cut in a straight line, she had dirty blond hair and freckles. She was always kind of a geeky looking kid, but because we were only a year apart in age, we hung out a lot.

"How long have you been waiting?" Joanna asked Michelle. "About 9 years it feels like." Michelle replied. The bus came around the corner moments later. I looked to michelle and said "Guess we got lucky with our timing." she immediately replied :Shut u..." suddenly the bus exploded into a thousand pieces. Michelle was littered from head to toe with shrapnel and went flying over the side of the hill. Joanna was screaming in horror from her own wounds as Michelle jolted around spitting up blood and screaming "Vacation! Vacation now!"...

...I know, I should apologize, that didn't really happen. But I imagined stuff like that all the time. The bus pulled up and took us to school, just like I remembered the smell was the same, the stops were basically the same & the school itself looked the same. Oceanview Elementary, I'm not sure why it was called that considering there was no ocean nearby, so i don't see how there could be a view of such massive but distant mass of water. Some of the teachers were waiting for us as we climbed off the bus, maybe they just wanted to see what we all looked like, despite having no idea which of us were going to be appointed to each class.

The first day of school so far was what I expected, orientation. We met with a curly brown-haired lady, she was to be my teacher for every subject the entire year. I had the unfortunate realization that I was to be in the same as Heather Simpson, a girl who had hit on me the entire year prior. She would follow me around the halls ,out on the playground, everywhere there wasn't a "Boys Only" sign. Heather was built like an Amazonian child would be, only bulkier. She had blonde hair, blue eyes & despite how that sounds, was a pain to look at. Maybe it was her crooked teeth, or maybe it was her bad breath one could easily smell from many feet away.

After a lot of time-killing, our teacher finally released us for lunch, then recess. My favorite activity to take part in on the playground was the swings. I liked to swing as high as I could, then jump off. There was a ton of sawdust so I didn't really worry about falling on the ground. Today I wanted to get further than any of the other kids, so I swung back and forth as hard as I could, but landed short of the boy next to me, so I tried again. But again, I landed short. Climbing back on I thought about what happened last night, how angry I was at my uncle, how none of my family was there for me, and I felt like I lost a sense of any limitations in my body. I swung forward, then back, repeated in a way I barely remember and quickly after, I was on the ground, touching the very edge of the border of the swing set area. In other words, I had swung so far, I nearly bashed my head on the pavement just outside the safe, sawdusted rectangle floor.

"Oh my GOD Daniel! That was insane! You were like a bird!" a voice came from the side of the playground. It was my friend David, this was the first time I had seen him since last year and I was immediately filled with joy. "David!" I screamed and ran over to him immediately going for a high five. David returned my excitement and lifted his hand for a mutual high five. I felt a wet splat on my skin and realized I missed a key moment before we slapped hands, he had licked his hand as I lifted mine, because David is and always will be disgusting. He's my friend, but he's disgusting.