The Legend of Cowboy Thursday

Chapter 6- Cowboys vs Indians

My dreams just keep getting more and more interesting.

From last night, I remember seeing the black figure from my dreams laying in some kind of bed made of animal hide, and oddly enough, I was lying besides him. I could see that it was myself, and I was wearing my cowboy outfit, but I had absolutely no idea where I was, or why I was here.

What I could make out was that I was in a tent, which in turn was only lit by the sun from an opening I could not see out of. After looking at this opening long enough, I saw a sort of Indian chief walk through the opening and just stare at us. His bloodshot eyes beamed from the black figure, which said nothing, and then to me, who was scared shitless.

"You are the one."

His deep voice boomed through the tent, shaking me to the core.

I couldn't speak, but still he stared at me as if he needed some sort of acknowledgement, but nevertheless, he spoke again.

"You are one."

He motioned to me and the black figure on the bed.

"You will become one."

And just like that, I snapped back to reality, wondering what he meant by that.

I was surprised it was already Thursday, and I was more surprised to see the amount of cowboys and cowgirls that passed through the lobby. I swear, I had to have seen at least a dozen of them on the way over to my friends, and Owen and Thomas just looked at me with large, wide eyes and smiles.

"Can you believe this shit?" Owen said to Thomas with an amused tone in his voice.

Before Thomas could answer, a girl walked by with a plaid shirt in a knot over her chiseled stomach, and Daisy Duke shorts that laid just above her thigh. As Thomas blinked in surprise, she turned to him and winked, shortly before walking down the hallway.

"Can you believe that?" Thomas nudged to Owen, winking at him.

"Please, Heather scores higher than that."

"Come on Owen. Be serious."

"I mean it. She's like Farrah Fawcett compared to that."

"Dude, being serious though, you know you'll hop on that if everything goes south."

"IF everything goes south."

"Fair point."

Marcus walked over, clad with cowboy merch and even a poncho, and before he could speak-

"Keep walking." Owen ushered him off, and Marcus did so.

And with that, they noticed I was here, and we got caught up with our day.

"Well, well, well. Thursday couldn't come fast enough."

Mr. Kuncik stood with his arms crossed and faced Owen, who did the same thing.

"Yep, and have you seen the mass influx of cowboys since last week?"

A few kids walked by, and Mr. Kuncik eyed them down the hallway.

"Yes I have."

"And have you seen the teachers?"

Mrs. Wick walked by, and Mr. Kuncik sighed.

"Get along with it, Mr.McKenna."

Owen spread out his arms. "This school spirit is just too much. I think you'll have to make this a national holiday by the time we get out of school."

Mr. Kuncik snickered. "What exactly are you trying to prove?"

"We're just trying to have some fun, what is there to prove?"