inspired by The Karate Kid
"She's a maniac, maniac on the floor."
I sang to myself on my way home from school, finally saying goodbye to the rest of my buddies as we part ways. On my mind was the French test that I had tomorrow and how leaving it till the night before probably wasn't the best plan but I knew what I signed up for when I went to take that "break" from it last week. I never came back, the news is very interesting you know!
"And she's dancing like she's never danced before."
Around corners and bends, I went, so quickly that i got a little fuzzy. I knew I couldn't waste any time with that test so instead of heel-toe I ran foot-foot. I feet pounded against the ground so hard I felt it in my hair as it bounced without a trace of wind in the air.
"Maniac."
I was close to home but far away enough that I could think about something else before school again. I thought about the chocolate in the cupboard that I somehow managed to save from yesterday, that automatically made my steps a little faster.
I whistled near the ending of the song, trailing off once my gaze picked up from the ground. My whistle shattered to the ground once yells were heard. We lived in a strange part of town so it wasn't foreign to me but my family always told me to stay away.
Somehow though, for some strange reason these yells and screams they sounded wrong. Something really wrong was happening and I knew no one else would do something about it.
"Yeah get 'im!"
Like a video game character, I leapt over loose crates in the road, avoiding casual walkers and finally, I came across the crime scene. IN the alley I could see mops of neatly styled blonde hair being tossed about, blood splatters sprinkling the brick walls and a dark-haired kid in the centre of it all taking about eight blows per 5 seconds.
"Kick the shit outta him, Johnny!"
I didn't even need to look, my blood boiled. The smoke, blood and pollution cleared to show my brother, clutching the limp kid by his battered shirt and punching the blood out of his entire system. There wasn't a single patch of skin on that boy's face that remained unbeaten.
Johnny always told me to stay out of his business, that I was too young and naive to understand and I usually did as I was told. But, in this scenario, the boy looked so small so weak compared to the large structure of my brother and all his friends. He didn't even stand a chance.
I rush towards them, ripping my brother away from the boy, clawing once the other guys tried taking me away. They thought they could reverse it but I'd already seen enough.
"You asshole, leave him alone!" I yelled at my brother who towered over me but I wasn't afraid.
He dropped the kid harshly to the ground and his body gave out one more noise before completely giving out on the ground. The rest of them circled around us all like the gang they truly were and although I remained strong on the outside, on the inside i trembled like I was a little girl again afraid of the dark.
"I thought i told you to stay out of my business," he growled at me, i knew he didn't want to but he did anyway upset that I had to see this deep down.
Tears roll down my cheeks without me even thinking about it. I couldn't even look at him straight, none of them.
"I can't even look at you right now. You're all cowards, picking on this kid, knowing he couldn't fight back even if he tried! Leave him alone, he's done nothing to you," I cried, speaking to all of them since I couldn't look at the blood trickling down Johnny's chin knowing where it came from.
