Of all the things that could have happened, this was one of the worst. Now, I understand that bullies shoving your head down into a toilet isn’t the worst thing that could happen, but it was still pretty bad. It was the first day of school, yes the first day. I was walking over to Ms. Donna’s class when Gary shoved me against a locker.
“Hey, wimp! I’m kinda short on cash at the moment, mind lending me some? Pal.” Gary said, gritting his teeth.
“I don’t have any Gary. Piss off.” I said looking down at the floor. The marble tiles were stained with crushed chips and a lot of pencils. For a second, I completely forgot that I was in the middle of a classic middle school cliche. I snapped back to my senses when I was gifted with a mouthful of poop water and a couple of punches. Now that was an amazing first day, truly wish that he killed me.
The rest of the day wasn’t going to get any better, my best friend rubbed that in really well. Sam was an interesting one. He is one of those kids. He is annoying, cold, and boy, when he was on a rant, there was no stopping him.
“Yo, John! I head Gary got you, that true?” He asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“How’d you know? I never told anyone, it was literally three minutes ago!” I said clenching my fist.
“I mean it’s all over the school’s front page. Man, I totally came here to watch a kid get their butt kicked, totally not to learn.” Sam said rolling his eyes. I put my headphones on my ears, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to his rant today. While we were walking down the hall I glanced a look at the clock, it was almost three, school was about to end. I couldn’t believe that the “lunch money incident” took an hour, felt more like five minutes. Sam was looking at me weirdly, it was like he wanted to tell me something, but he couldn’t muster the strength to say anything.
“You got something to say?” I asked taking one of my earbuds out.
“N-no it’s nothing. Probably some crazy dream or something.” Sam said clenching his fist.
“What do you mean? I am suddenly interested!” I said giving him a light shove. This kid was a pure bean, I will happily put up with thirty-seven years of rants about how people who put the milk in the cereal first are the literal spawn of satan.
“Okay, don’t laugh,” Sam said taking a deep breath. “I think I’m the son of a god.”
“Oh really? What dream is this? I truly see the muscular build in your tiny body!” I said giving him another light shove.
“No seriously! I woke up this morning and my hair was frizzy! Every time I touch metal, little lightning bolts come out! I feel these weird feelings toward certain people, feelings which I cannot describe!”
“Aww! You are in love! So who’s the lucky girl?”
“Shut up! That girl would be unlucky. I also am getting these feelings from you too!” Sam said putting feelings in air quotes. I was now getting slightly worried. Sam, for as long as I have known him, has been able to predict things, and I didn’t like this one. Just as I was about to reply, the bell rang. The hoard of kids who were too lazy to grab their things from their lockers rushed out, shoving us outside into the front yard. We awkwardly stood there as the rest of the kids funneled out like a pack of dogs to a sausage. I led Sam over to a nearby bench on the lot so we could talk about his, well, whatever the heck you’d call that. When we sat down Sam shoved me with his arm.
“Ow! What was that for?” I said shoving him back.
“Sorry if it hurt but look!” Sam said pointing at Gary who was glaring at us from the school doors. “Gary really needs to learn how to piss off.”
“Oh god! I can’t handle this today!” I stood up and grabbed Sam. He quickly closed his tote bag and we bolted down the street. I swear it has only been a few minutes since I last had one of those classic middle school beatings, and this twelve-year-old doesn’t need anymore! We ran like our moms made cookies for dessert until we got too tired and collapsed near an alleyway. We stayed there for a minute to catch our breath.
“So, do you sense some powers in me?” I asked panting.
‘How the heck am I supposed to know? I just feel these weird vibes from you, that is pretty much it.” Sam said wiping the sweat off his forehead. I cursed in my head, whatever creepy crap is going on with Sam, I don’t want to be apart of it. We stayed there for a collective five minutes before deciding it was time to go. When we turned to leave the alleyway we were immediately grabbed by someone and were dangling from our collars. I looked at the person who was holding me and, low and behold, it was Gary. After being carried by our collars for a minute Gary threw Sam and I onto the ground.
“So, really think it was a good idea to tell me to piss off?” Gary said walking menacingly toward us. Sam and I scrambled back to the end of the alley. Gary slowly approached us, clenching his fist. I glanced at Sam whose hair perked up in fear, which is concerning. Right before Gary was able to throw the first punch, a sweet old, and an extremely wrinkly lady stopped him.
“Young man! What do you think you are doing to these poor kids?” The lady said dragging Gary back a bit.
“Getting comeuppance!” Gary said slapping the lady’s hand.
“Oh, sonny that was a major mistake. You don’t try to kill people! You let me do the job for you!” The lady said, turning her nails into knives, and charged at Sam and I.
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Accidental Powers
Adventure...he quickly closed his tote bag and we bolted down the street. I swear it has only been a few minutes since I last had one of those classic middle school beatings, and this twelve-year-old doesn't need anymore! We ran like our moms made cookies fo...
