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Life As We Knew It |
| Written by Brittany | |
| Monday, 04 February 2008 | |
Prologue: It was 2:30 on a friday afternoon and I was much too eager to be on my way home after a long torturous week of classes. Moments upon closing my locker and swiftly putting up the hood of my sweatshirt, I heard a deep voice coming from the other side of the hallway. "Yeah, so what are ya gonna do about it" the deep voice yelled loudly, enough for a teacher to hear or so I thought. I turned around to see two boys standing in the middle of the hallway surrounded by about five or six bystanders. The boy with the deep voice, whose identity I am still not fully aware of never recieved an answer to his question. After a short akward silence he took one punch to the other boy, who I had come to befriend within the six months before. I ran over to my friend Kevin as the blood gushed from his nose and lips when I was pushed back by one of the bystanders who was yelling "Fight!" and apperently thought this whole thing was hilarious. When I was finally able to push through the gazing crowd of bystanders I threw myself in front of Kevin hoping it would stop another punch. "Rosa, get out of the way this doesn't concern you none." I was surprised to learn that the deep voiced boy knew my name. "No." I said sternly, having no intentions at all of moving. "You're not involved in this." He told me angrily, "I'm going to fight him no matter how close you stand."
"Well I'm not backing off. He doesn't deserve any of this and neither do you if you get caught. If you want to fight him so bad you have to get past me first."
Chapter 1: I later woke up in a dimly lit room and it appeared to me that I was by myself. I had no memory of being knocked unconsious, thus I missed everything that had happened at school after I was knocked out. Suddenly a shorter middle aged woman dressed in white came in and opened the blinds of the room to reveal it was raining outside. I wondered if perhaps I had been in the hospital over night, and this was a different day. Or if the whole thing was a dream and there was no fight at all. I still could not believe the last words I said to that boy, so the dream theory was looking most realistic at the moment. I could barely make out silloettes of what looked like my parents talking to a doctor behind a small curtain that seperated parts of the room. I opened my eyes wider to make sure of where I really was and then closed them again in disbelief. "Rosa? Mind if I come in?" I heard a hurt sounding voice from behind the door where there was a file attached with my name on it-- "Rosa Lorito" "Sure." I sighed breathlessly. "Are you alright?" I looked up to see Kevin peering over the side of my small hospital bed. "I've been better." I answered in a disgruntled tone. "What you did back there... It was... I mean... I don't even know what to say Rosa." It was the first time I saw Kevin cry. "I mean what you did, was more than I would have ever done for another person. And it seems so small but I... I just don't know how to explain it. If it weren't for you Rosa, the teachers may have never caught us, when you hit the floor and hit your head and the group of kids watching freaked out a teacher finally realized something was going on." He seemed like he was trying to hold back tears although it was not working too good for him. "I just.... Thanks Rosa. I don't know how to say it anymore than that." His sappy thank you was too much for me to take in seeing as I just came back into consiousness. I looked up at him noticing the blood was mostly gone but replaced by scabs and bruises from his nose to his chin. And he was holding ice in one hand and every now and then he would put it to his face and sort of tremble. "What happened.... you know after I... well you know." I whispered closing my eyes tight. "Mrs. Henrichson came out of the classroom down the hall and when saw us she immediately broke it up and called the office through the speaker system. Before administration even arrived she called an ambulence for the two of us on her cell phone. The police came and asked all sorts of questions, you know that kinda stuff. Brandon is being expelled as of what I heard, and I'm getting no punishment at all because I didn't fight back." Although this was still a lot for me to take in I was able to comprehend it little by little. I just realized the deep voiced boy's name was really Brandon and I was happy to see he was getting expelled because he seemed like a total jerk, and our school really does not need anymore of those kind of people. "And my parents?" I asked somewhat nervously. "They're right there." he pointed to the curtain which was my original idea of where my parents were. "Did they say anything?" I asked. "Your mom cried when she saw you, and they said that it didn't seem like something you would do... you know getting involved in a fight." I sighed softly to myself knowing that there would be an akward talk with my parents later on that I would not be looking forward to. "I'm hella lucky the police didn't think to search us when they came to the school today." he whispered quietly to me putting his hands on his forehead still holding the ice as though he was stressed or with a horrible tension headache. "Why?" I managed to ask although my voice was sort of cracking. "I still have oxy in my pocket." He whispered in the most quiet tone of voice I have ever heard escape from his lips.
------------------------------------------------------------------ I will write more later if this seems to have a good turnout. Let me know what you think. :] Copyright 2008 Brittany |
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