Soaping with myself again.
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When I was able to get to my feet I didn't see Tommy nowhere, so I scurried to Mr. Jones Room. I had begged my father in the morning to not go to school, but he wouldn't have it. I darted into his 204, Mr. Jones' room, and leaned against the wall. Yes. I. Made, it!
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I took my seat, while everyone looked at me all weird. I was used to everyone looking at me all weird, but, Mr. Jones didn't call me out for being late. He didn't tell me to get a shoe from his closet, and give it to him, so he could whip me with it. That's what he did. When you did something wrong, he'd make you get the biggest shoe he could fine, and then he'd he'd whip you with it. I knew a lot of bullies that would bother me, but Mr. Jones- He was the worst bully of them all.
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"Hello, John." A voice whispered into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
"M-m-m... M-Mr. Jones." I stuttered. "Good morning, Sir." He slapped me with the back of his hand.
"Stand up." He growled. -
I stood up. And he grabbed my short cut hair and pulled it, so I followed him. He screamed at me to hurry and get a shoe, the biggest one I could find. So I scurried to the closet and looked. Everything was doubled and blurry I couldn't even tell which was bigger. I grabbed one at random and brought it to him.
"You call this BIG?" He pushed me aside, and grabbed one four-times that size of the one in my hands. -
He lifted his arm ready to whip me. I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could, and took off running. I ran out of school, down a few streets in the pouring rain, back home. My father stared at me, with my hair soaking wet, and my nice new knickers ruined. "Dad, dad!" I whined. I told him all about what Mr. Jones did to me every day. Dad glared at the wall.
"No one does that to a son of mine!" He thundered. -
I grinned at him.
"Listen, Boy. I want you to find the biggest, strongest guy in the school- whether he likes you or not, and I want you to get him to beat up this man. 'Cuz I ain't getting thrwon in prison."
Now this, I can do. -
February 13th, 1999. 2:39 P.M
I was walking down the halls, ready to leave and go to the high school. I had already missed a class, and I was hoping that no one notices.
A smaller guy came up to me. The kid I'd punched in the face minutes before. Ozzy we called him.
"TOMMY, TOMMY!" He cried out. "I need you're help, please!"
The tone of his voice made me feel a little sorry for him. So, I agreed.
"What do you want, Michaels?" I stared him down. -
"Mr. Jones! Can you please beat the crap out of him?" He said. I nodded. After all, I hated Mr. Jones' guts. He deserved to be beat, but no one had the heart to do it.
He ran off down the hall before I could ask him why. I speedwalked after him, clenching my fists. -
I saw him tear open the door to his room. I caught up with him and stepped inside. There was Mr. Jones, Purple with rage, staring John down. Poor little guy. He was, what? A weirdo 13 year old? And Mr. Jones was a ruthless borderline psychopath teacher or something? He hoisted John up by the shirt, squinting. I stepped foward and slugged Mr. Jones in the face. Twice.
Ozzy gasped and fell to the floor. -
"T-Thanks," He stuttered, in shock. "You.. actually did it. But... why? You like tomake fun of me... and..." I pulled him up from the ground.
"I did it because, He deserved it." I grinned. "John- Consider me your new friend."
"Please," He said. "Call me Ozzy." -
Saturday, Frebruary 14th, 1999.
I sat on the stairs outside of a library. I was waiting for my friend, Ozzy. Everyone knew him. Everyone knew everyone. That's how small Aston is. But I especially knew Ozz. He lived a few houses away from me. -
I saw him running towards me with a big grin plastered to his face. I snickered.
"Geezer!!!! You'd never believed what happened yesterday at school!!!" He shouted. -
Ozzy sat himself down next to me.
"What happened?" I questioned.
"Tommy beat up Mr. Jones for me! Didn't ya hear?!"
"Nope, I wasn't at school yesterday. I was just at home, playing my bass."
"Geezer!!!! YOU'RE SO CRAZY! You're not a rockstar, for Gods sake!"
I grinned like a madman. "Am too!" -
"No you're not!" He snickered.
"I can play bass, So I am! Y'know what? Whatever Ozz."
"Hahaha, Geeeeeeeeeez~ Yknow, how about we form a band? Then we can top Tommy and his drummer... what's his name.. KEITH! We can be more famous than Tommy and Keith! And then we can buy fags [cigerettes] and we can have chicks, and money!" -
"What are you gonna play?" I asked him.
" Um.... I can sing!" He said.
"Well, Hydroplane has an opening slot for a singer." I told him. Lucky, right?
"That band your in?"
"Yup."
"Man, Geezer. I don't even know what Hydroplane means, but I am so in." We slapped eachother hi-5's and stood up.
Now this is what I'm talkin' about.
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