|
|
|
|
Bang |
|
| Written by Egoist | |
| Friday, 25 January 2008 | |
|
Share it:      What can you do? Is all you can do is hide from the fear that’s deep inside of you? Making a difference takes a risk. And to tell someone that you love them is actually more difficult than you think. You can say the words, but you need to be in that sort of trance to mean it. That trance is different for everyone and yet the same to everyone. The trance can also be a mirage, a fake, deceiving you to think that this person is everything you ever wanted. Some of us have matured before others of our same age. Though we have to live with them, we don’t have to speak to them. We view them as children and us as adults, and when they taint their voice and say they’re mature, that’s when they ruin others respects for them. They run and speak of unnecessary things and believe they’re doing good just because they’re passing a class. It’s more than that. Even to where they pull each other in the hallway just to talk about tonight, because it’s urgent. But then again some of us are too mature, that we become invisible. One life means one visibility. Why not shine like the lights? And have everybody notice you, to the point of where when you breathe you make a tune. And to the point of where your own life has its own music? In the school I live in, we are extremely identical to each other. We all wear the same things, and we don’t speak while in the classroom. Those of us who are mentally younger make the loudest racket, and yet most of us don’t complain. We believe the school is a prison, and everyday when we are released we are meant to study for the next day. The suicide rate in my town has increased ever since the new rules and the new clothes. Four of us die per year now. And that has made my mind just a bit more imaginative. Where did they go? Are they among us? Do they still attend classes? Their deaths don’t seem to be noticed by the teachers. They don’t mourn, and they don’t mention it. Only the younger ones seem to make deaths noticeable in the school. So far no one too close to me has died, I mean, I don’t really have anyone too close to me. It’s those kids that sit silently. You can pick them out like flies, you can usually tell who’s leaving next. Especially if the one kid points them out. Eli. He’s not so mentally younger but he has the talent to tell who’s leaving next, and he only smiles about it. We’ll sit in class, and when the teacher turns his back, Eli will turn around and point his finger in the shape of a gun and whisper, “Bang!” So far he hasn’t missed anyone yet. He even points out the ones that die accidentally. He just smiles and is proud of his disturbing talent. He doesn’t seem to care about when they die, he just gets his normal smile that suggests that he’s saying, “I told you so.” And you can’t undo it, if he points at you, you’re dead. It’s not like he kills you, he just has the knowledge of when you’re about to die. He doesn’t have many friends, and he doesn’t do too badly in school, but he walks around like the coolest kid alive. We aren’t shocked when he points, and sometimes the kids he points at will break down and cry. But all seems well in his world. When the kids leave the earth, nothing seems to happen. Nothing afterwards changes; everyone seems to go on with their normal days. It’s embarrassing. I have all of my classes with him, and I’ve seen him point at people. That’s practically all he does. I also have some of my classes with Sarina, probably the most beautiful girl in the school with a conscious mind. She has long black hair, and sometimes she’ll wear it up with a headband. She’s pale, and doesn’t wear makeup, but the school’s skirt fits her so well. Her lips always have strawberry flavored lip-gloss, I could always smell it when she walked in the classroom. She’s brilliant, and smart, and hung out with two other girls who were shorter than her. When I’d head home, I’d see her walking by herself, and the one time I got the guts to walk up and talk to her. She was even taller than me, but she still seemed calm, as she looked down at me. I found out where she lived, and just remembered it, everyday I’d walk past. I wouldn’t stalk her or anything it was just fascinating. The next day, while I was walking to school, I caught up to her and walked along with her. I had to take longer steps, to keep up with her. We’d have normal conversations: “What classes do you have today?” I’d ask. “Just the normal, I mean, but today I have gym and forgot my sneakers,” she’d respond in a calm voice. “Oh,that sucks. Sorry to hear that,” after I was done with that sentence, there would be a bit of silence. “Well…what size shoe do you wear?” I asked, and hesitated. “What?” She asked. “You could wear one of mine, I’m a ten in men’s, what size are you?” “That’s too big for me, I’m a nine in women’s, so a ten is an eleven in women’s,” She responded. “That’s okay, you can borrow mine, it’s only two sizes too big, I mean I don’t want you to get a zero.” Before we knew it we were at school. Everyone was once again quiet, walking to their classes, holding their books. I saw Eli, walking with his hands in his pockets to our first period class. I split up with Sarina, since she has gym first period. I walked in, and the teacher was waiting for us all. He got started once the old-fashion bell rang. He talked about trigonometry and other formulas. When he was writing on the board, Eli started to turn around. My head was already lowered, resting on my hand, so I lifted my head up just a bit higher to see who the unlucky fool was. He brought his hand up, and cocked his head smiling. His finger darted up, and he possessed his infamous wink. “Bang!” I brought my head up in confusion. Everyone was looking. He turned back around just in time, as the teacher was turning around. “Is anything wrong Brent?” He asked me. I was shocked, “I…I was just pointed at…” “What are you talking about Brent?” “I’m next…he pointed at me…” The bell rang. Everyone raised in their seat calmly, “Brent, stay after, I’ll give you a pass.” I rose, scared out of hell, “No.” “Excuse me?” I stared into his eyes, “No! I’m not going to be a part of this hell anymore!” I raced out of the classroom, as the teacher picked up his phone to call security. As I ran out, nearly ripping the seams in my gray uniform, my objective was to find Sarina. Teachers spotted me like a sore thumb, no one would ever run in the hall. I could hear the teachers yelling to stop and call security, I just ran. Gym would run two periods long, and it was held on the roof of the building. I was only on the first floor, when I needed to reach the fifth. Some teachers, reached out their arms to grab me, but I kept running. This wasn’t like me to do something like this, but I was actually smiling, from the fun I was having. I’d watch people’s reactions, as some would cheer me on, then the teachers would yell at them. I was now a rebel. One more floor. As I turned the corner, I bumped into Sarina with her girlfriends around her. I grabbed her arms, and lowered my head, in near embarrassment to be telling her this in front of at least ten of her friends. “You’re the one I love…” I mumbled while looking at my huge shoes on her feet. Since she was still in her gym uniform, consisting of an off-white sweater, with a red swimsuit underneath, two knee-high white socks, and my huge shoes. She only stared down at me, in confusion of why I needed to grab her for this. I heard a few teachers and security guards running up the stairs. “YOU’RE THE ONE I LOVE!” My eyes formed into tears as I squinted to keep them in. I only held onto her arms tighter and looked in her eyes. There was no kiss, and no hug, I just immediately let go and started running to the roof. While I was running, she held her arms and watched with blushing cheeks. The teachers seem to create a wind while running past her, which lifted her silk black hair she always kept down. I couldn’t see her once I reached the stair doors. That was the last I was to see her. I reached the daylight, and sprinted to the other side of the building, running past all the girls playing volleyball. That teacher also yelled at me. The others caught up just when I jumped on the fence, keeping the students locked on the roof. I climbed to the top as they were reaching half way through. It was windy so I stood up. I stretched out both my arms and looked at the free doves, fluttering away in front of me. I heard the volleyball hit the ground, and realized everyone must be watching me. Time stood still as everyone could predict my next move. Five stories up and I jumped with arms wide open. I must have been falling in slow motion, but I couldn’t help to smile because of how much it was tickling my stomach. As I headed down, I could see everyone in their classrooms looking out the window, I’m just glad she didn’t have to see.
And so, my life had ended, on the busy street below. I died instantly, without pain. What I didn’t know was that the school became a rebel after me. Sarina objected to wearing the uniforms, as well as everyone else. Eli had stopped pointing at people, since no one was left to die. Kids started getting loud in class and running in the hallway. They said words like, “ **** that” and “Piss off” and smiled at their accomplishments. Everyone started violating school rules, and yelling at the teachers. And as for Sarina, she never took off my ten sized shoes. Copyright 2008 Egoist |
|
| Last Updated ( Wednesday, 23 January 2008 ) |
| < Prev | Next > |
|---|
via Email
