It Happened to Me
"Look! One is higher than the other!", I yelled across the room, "I told you!" I anxiously waited for a response, and just like always, she temporarily purposely forgot about my existence. Then her delayed response arrived, "Shut up! Mom and Dad are still sleeping you know." "But look at this!" I replied as I stumbled along the side of my bed towards the bathroom where my sister stood decorating herself with mascara. I was quite tired because of the lack of sleep and nearly tripped over my own big feet. But that didn't stop me. "See, this one is too low", I complained as I showed her what she has many times seen before, which explained the careless expression she placed in my direction. "Shh, put some clothing on or you're walking" she replied. "But isn't--" "Hey," she interrupted, "if I wanted to see some boobs, all I would need to do is flip up my shirt." I could tell she was annoyed by unwillingness to let it go. Then she added, "you really ought to stop walking around the room topless." She then flickered her eyelashes at the mirror so she could admire them, and then continued, "When you have your own place you can mow the lawn topless for all I care, but I don't want to see them."
Grumpiness took over so I walked away. She was right though. I should at least put a shirt on like she does. And I used wear a shirt, but my elephant-like body would then overheat. Sister can wear anything and it would look as if it were made specifically for her. She has one of those bikini bodies. Although I'm only slightly larger I feel four times her size. I can wear most of her clothing but she never let's me. They're all to skimpy anyway. That's why I only cover the bare minimum, the bottom. It wasn't even five minutes that I laid on my bed, just thinking when I heard the daily rooster call. Only it wasn't a rooster but my sister's friend's old belongs-in-a-junk-yard car. The car's horn is like no other. It sounds like a whining seal with a cough. The entire car sounds like it's ill. Sister must really like the pathetic looser, although she claims she doesn't, to ride in it. She jumped out of bed just as she finished tying her shoes and left behind the cue I was waiting for, "you're walking."
I don't care if I'm the only sophomore who walks to school. I really don't. It's not that far anyway. If you were to see us all, you would laugh. I mean about how we walk to school. I live on one of the few streets that actually has a sidewalk. And a sidewalk on both sides of the street. For as long as I could remember, elementary students would walk on the prettier side. The side that had houses decorated with flowers, and no fences or anything. The high school side, my side, had the uglier houses. No flowers, most had fences, each with a pair of dogs who would love to bark at you at the top of their lungs as you casually walk along their territory. And about three-quarters on the way to the school, stood an abandoned dump. Yes, it stunk. The funny ones are those in middle school. They never seem to decide which side they belong in. So you see them constantly crossing the street, back and forth.
But this day was different. It had rained overnight so it was still dark, and I was all alone. I was really running late. I really didn't care though. It never mattered what time I arrived, the results would always be the same. I would walk late into class, the same Jack, the most annoying boy in the universe, would call me a dwarf. Then he would say something about getting my boobs straightened. Then Mrs. Snort, who everyone referred to as Mrs. Snot, would say, "that's enough Jack." Then class would proceed.
While in the middle of this internal dilemma, I heard a sharp scream, one that faded as soon as it began. I looked ahead, and saw the crime scene played before my eyes about two blocks away. A middle-aged man had his arm around some girl and was waking with her towards a car parked right along the sidewalk. There was a brand new tree in the way so I picked up the pace to get a better look. It was Sandra, the new girl! She just moved here from Georgia over during the Winter. It was stunned. I stood there motionless. I grabbed my left ear, looking for the cut. It was a one-inch cut that has permanently divided my upper and lower part of the ear. Then with my other hand I found the four-inch scar left behind by the stitches. I knew neither of the remains would ever heal. Especially if I had to keep watching this movie replay the rest of my life.
This is my very first story (besides the ones I had to write in Elementary school). It's more of a passage rather than a story, and is designed to lead to another story. With television shows such as Law & Order SVU, it's hard to develop a story based on this passage without mauling the same ground. Who knows, maybe I'll use this later.
Grumpiness took over so I walked away. She was right though. I should at least put a shirt on like she does. And I used wear a shirt, but my elephant-like body would then overheat. Sister can wear anything and it would look as if it were made specifically for her. She has one of those bikini bodies. Although I'm only slightly larger I feel four times her size. I can wear most of her clothing but she never let's me. They're all to skimpy anyway. That's why I only cover the bare minimum, the bottom. It wasn't even five minutes that I laid on my bed, just thinking when I heard the daily rooster call. Only it wasn't a rooster but my sister's friend's old belongs-in-a-junk-yard car. The car's horn is like no other. It sounds like a whining seal with a cough. The entire car sounds like it's ill. Sister must really like the pathetic looser, although she claims she doesn't, to ride in it. She jumped out of bed just as she finished tying her shoes and left behind the cue I was waiting for, "you're walking."
I don't care if I'm the only sophomore who walks to school. I really don't. It's not that far anyway. If you were to see us all, you would laugh. I mean about how we walk to school. I live on one of the few streets that actually has a sidewalk. And a sidewalk on both sides of the street. For as long as I could remember, elementary students would walk on the prettier side. The side that had houses decorated with flowers, and no fences or anything. The high school side, my side, had the uglier houses. No flowers, most had fences, each with a pair of dogs who would love to bark at you at the top of their lungs as you casually walk along their territory. And about three-quarters on the way to the school, stood an abandoned dump. Yes, it stunk. The funny ones are those in middle school. They never seem to decide which side they belong in. So you see them constantly crossing the street, back and forth.
But this day was different. It had rained overnight so it was still dark, and I was all alone. I was really running late. I really didn't care though. It never mattered what time I arrived, the results would always be the same. I would walk late into class, the same Jack, the most annoying boy in the universe, would call me a dwarf. Then he would say something about getting my boobs straightened. Then Mrs. Snort, who everyone referred to as Mrs. Snot, would say, "that's enough Jack." Then class would proceed.
While in the middle of this internal dilemma, I heard a sharp scream, one that faded as soon as it began. I looked ahead, and saw the crime scene played before my eyes about two blocks away. A middle-aged man had his arm around some girl and was waking with her towards a car parked right along the sidewalk. There was a brand new tree in the way so I picked up the pace to get a better look. It was Sandra, the new girl! She just moved here from Georgia over during the Winter. It was stunned. I stood there motionless. I grabbed my left ear, looking for the cut. It was a one-inch cut that has permanently divided my upper and lower part of the ear. Then with my other hand I found the four-inch scar left behind by the stitches. I knew neither of the remains would ever heal. Especially if I had to keep watching this movie replay the rest of my life.
This is my very first story (besides the ones I had to write in Elementary school). It's more of a passage rather than a story, and is designed to lead to another story. With television shows such as Law & Order SVU, it's hard to develop a story based on this passage without mauling the same ground. Who knows, maybe I'll use this later.
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