Dude we're gonna be late"
"I'm walking as fast as I can right now. Don't push it"
Hunter scoffed at Josh who was waddling like a penguin, his geeky glasses slightly askew on his face, a sheen of sweat glistening on his face.
Josh had a thing with neatness, he couldn't bear being dirty. He didn't play like normal children, act like normal children or ask questions like normal children.
Like yesterday, he asked his mother why the lightning glared across the sky before the horrid thunder stroke.
The puzzled mother told him it acted as a warning so we would know if thunder was gonna strike soon.
Josh, his best friend since seven was a little overweight and wasn't helping matters at the moment.
"Hurry up. Look Zoe's waiting". Sure enough Zoey Chase was waiting impatiently for them.
"What are you guys? Ducks?" Zoey asked, tapping her foot on the sidewalk.
Zoey was shorter than Hunter, had hazel colored eyes and was African Asian.
"Josh caused it"
Josh huffed and panted his way over "Was...late...sorry"
"Whatever. Let's just go, the buses is gone now"
Hunter, Josh and Zoey trekked silently under the few rays of the sun and made it to school six minutes before the bell rang.
They all went to their lockers, Hunter's and Zoey's were three lockers apart while Josh had his near the end of the rows of lockers in the hallway.
Josh took out his Biology notes and the project he spent all night working on, and shoved his backpack inside his locker. As he slammed the locker shut, he could sense someone or something behind him.
He didn't need two guesses to guess right.
He turned around and towering over him was Brent and his clique who did all his biddings and all but worshipped the ground he stood on.
"If it isn't little smarty pants"
"I wanna ge...get to class ppl-ease" Josh stammered
"Hey, whats that?" he asked,.pointing at his biology project.
"My science project"
"Gimme that" Brent snarled as he snatched it away from his hands.
"Nooo" Josh pleaded "please, I need it for class"
Brent handed the handwritten brochure to Cory, one of his minions.
"Here, read it to me". Cory launched into a self acclaimed speech about frogs and their oscillatory behavior of their pharynx producing special sounds and signals vibrating inside the water to attract mates for reproduction.
Brent yawned. "Boring. But, I'm keeping it."
Josh whined. "That's not fair, then what will I submit in class?"
"Make do with this". Another disciple, Jake, thrust a ratty piece of paper at him.
At that moment, the bell rang for first period, and the boys ran away. At first, hr thought it was because they were eager to get to class but looking back, he was wrong.
So Josh did what curious kids do best and he opened the paper thrust forcefully at his hands, he was dumbfounded.
"Clear the halls people. Principal coming through". Sure enough, Principal H. Rockwell (Nobody knew his first name but they were guessing it went in the ranks of Dicky) barreled through the few lingering students loitering the halls and stood beside Josh, brandishing a megaphone.
Then he yelled in Josh's ear. "Why aren't you in class!!" through the mega phone.
Josh jumped and his books and the sheet of paper fell to the ground.
"I'm really, really sorry, principal, I was-". His heart skipped ten beats and flew into his mouth as the principal crouched and picked the paper up.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here". He said, scanning the paper showing the anatomy of a naked female species of the Genus, Homo sapiens complete with sketchy labels including "tits" ( seriously, what the hell are those ) and other things which an eight grader shouldn't be seeing...yet.
"Holy Incarnation" Principal Rockwell screamed, his eyes wide, saucer-like.
"Where did you get this?"
"I uhh, i-" Josh gulped.
"Doesn't matter. Young man I want to see you in my office ASAP". The principal said.
"What are you all looking at?" He screamed at some ninth graders who hurried away as fast as they could, away from the principal's sharp tongue and even worse: detention. They whistled to themselves, sure of their next object of ridicule at lunch.
Josh found his way to the principal's office, a tear slipping away from his eye.
In class, Hunter was casting what he thought was discrete guesses at Ashley. He'd liked Ashley since she transferred schools to H.G Wells Junior/High school.
Ashley was white, had enchanting blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair which she curled.
If I could just bask in her heavenly presence, he thought.
Why is it that she never glances my way? Hunter sighed frustrated. What do I even feel this way? What is this?
All his questions went unanswered as his mind was blank.
Mr. Bryant cleared his throat. "Ahem, Hunter, if you're done looking at miss Ashley over there, can you answer the question on the board.
Hunter turned bright red and kept his face straight so Ashley who was seating at his side wouldn't see.
Unfortunately she already had.
This is not just my day.... Hunter thought
While students filtered out of the classes and filled the halls trying to get to their next class, Hunter held back.
Mr. Bryant was packing his lesson notes and things inside his bag when Hunter went to his desk.
"Sir about Ashley" the teacher looked up "I think I kinda like her"
"You think? You were paying attention more to her than my lesson". He chided.
"I'm sorry, I just want to ask you for advise"
"Really? For what?" Mr. Bryant asked evasively.
"Should I approach her? Tell her my feeling's?"
"Love is in here" he said patting Hunter's chest. "You'll know when its the right time".
"When is it going to be the right time?"
"That's up to you to decide". The teacher said before leaving the class leaving Hunter to think about what he just said, his mind glazing over his options
Josh counted the number of cobwebs In Principals Rockwell large office. By the side were numerous trophy's encased in a large show glass - to intimidate people - Josh was sure.He counted the files disarranged on the table, bellying the urge to get up and stack them right.He noticed the worn out chair that was chipped at its edges. He noticed the creak of the worn out chair if you leant backwards.He saw the stack of books high up on the shelves that looked like it hadn't been touched in years.There was a portrait of Shakespeare hanging on the wall, looking directly at him.He looked at the name tag on the desk and wondered if Principal's Rockwell had a last name. Maybe he was just Mr. Rockwell.Simply, he was bored.He had been here for the last fifteen minutes and the principal still wasn't here. Maybe he forgot that there was s
Josh was thinking. A lot. He was upstairs, laying down on his bed. He'd gotten himself into a lot of trouble. All because of Brent.Brent.His name tasted like dead leaves in his mind. Always taunting him. Always finding a way to manipulate him. But there was nothing he could do. His hands were tied behind his back."Joshie!"Josh's mother's annoyingly overprotective voice floated upstairs. "Yes, mom?""Your friends are here!"Almost immediately, he heard short footsteps pounding on the steps. Hunter. He almost didn't have enough time to snatch the piece of paper he was mulling over and threw it under his pillow.
Principal Rockwell herded the monstrosity of kids out of the building.A pile of wet, paint-ish, looking, snotty kids. Mr Toby would not be pleased.And also why was a boy wearing a Cinderella dress in school? If he wasn't right, this had to be the month of July. Halloween was still a long yet.Oh. It looks like that boy Josh. The boy he caught with an improper description of a nude woman. The boy he'd bullied into his numerous tasks. The boy who didn't let him under his skin.Most of the kids fashionable clothes were already streaked with stumps of paints. Red mixed with blue, amber, spots of pink and bubbles were floating out of the school. The younger kids giggled and tried to catch them, clearly enjoying the scene. One particular kid streaked
The car cruising past was a blue Honda Accord. An old lady was inside blasting Katy Perry songs through her speakers. Six cats poked their heads out of the windows, their ears and eyes flapping in the wind.What's with old ladies and cats anyway? Always feeding any puss they come across. Maybe its loneliness. No one knows and I'm afraid no one ever will.Most of the kids had took buses home and the place was halfway deserted. But some of them weren't ready to face the chores they were sure was waiting for them at home. The popular kids. They hung around discussing their latest clothes, the hottest boy in class, which show they'd attend on the weekend.Another car? parked in the school's parking lot. Principal Rockwell was sitting on the foot of the fountain⛲. He looked up to see who it was. He was wr
Hunter cycled lazily on his bike. He mostly kept to the bicycle lane, careful to avoid traffic. The cars and motorists moved slowly, typical of Californian street roads. Honks and curses interchanged each other as they flowed, a never ending stream of rude remarks and quippy quotes.Hunter watched the world wheeze by his bike. He watched a woman wheeling a baby cart down the street. He saw a child playing outside on the lawn. He saw the billboard advertising a generic soap. He saw the troops of people moving into the movie theater.He saw a traffic warden sticking tickets on the cars who'd over stayed their parking pass. He saw the laughing trio of girls, shopping bags hooked under the crevices of their arms. He saw the black man ahead helping an elderly lady into her house. He saw the police officer parking his car on the street, moving towards them.He braked and his bike jerked forward and he stuck his foot out to ste
The whole class was eerily silent unlike class fifteen, the class known for being the most loud compared in comparison to the other classes.All the students leaned forward in their desks and anticipated the ending of the historic program they were watching on the projector.Josh adjusted his prescription glasses as they slipped from the bridge of his nose. He didn't normally put on glasses at school because if he wasn't mocked for being a nerd, then it'll be knocked off his eyes. But he'd come late to history class and the only available seat was at the back of his class so he couldn't see clearly.Fregley pushed himself forward in his de
Presently, all the cool kids had jumped up on their chairs. Hunter almost laughed out loud. Josh scoffed. Zoey looked amused. Chirag was offended."Get it away!" Michelle was screaming.Chirag pushed back his chair and marched to their table. "What're you doing? Come back!" Zoey called. But Chirag was determined and took nine short paces to the table.With a jab, he yanked the lizard out of the sauce and laid it reverently on the ground. Nearby kids scampered away in fear."Don't come near me!" Linda said, shooing him away with her hands. "I h
"Detention's over. You're free to leave". The podgy teacher announces.Hunter doesn't hear whatever she said because he's asleep, drooling at the mouth. The other kid shakes him awake and he rubs his eyes, trying to wake himself fully."Let's go, detention's over". The boy repeats. Hunter stands up hurriedly, slamming his head to the kid's forehead."Ow!" He cried, jumping on one foot. "You did that on purpose!" He accused."No i didn't. It was a mistake". Hunter apologized. "I'm sorry". He slung his bag over his shoulder. "Let's get out"."OK".They're about to leave the room when the teacher said "Feel free to visit anytime". Hunter and the kid run out of the building."I'm Carl". He said, holding out his hand. His cheeks are rosy from running too much. His blond hair is disheveled and almost covers his eyes. He looked about