The clock pumped it's mythical heart, and made my head want to blast into pieces of my soul. The period of Math class had just begun, and I was waiting for it to end already. I took a look around the room we call 238, and was disappointed to find out I sat next to the brains of the heart of our class. Penny Mickey was a book-loving, smart and strange school student; and that's all she will ever be for the next 6 years. Books were her friends, straight A's were her achievements and studying was her skill. Apparently, she looked upon me as a stupid orange kid who only cares about his looks.
"Five to the five power is...?" Ms. Jorsling questioned the class in her thick accent.
Penny proudly raised her hand mocking the meaning of stupidity.
"Obviously, it is three thousand one hundred twenty-five. I easily got this answer by simply writing five to the fifth power out in expanded form which is 5 times 5 times 5 times 5 times 5. After I easily multiplied the 5's together, I got an answer of 3,125. Shall I explain more Ms?"
Penny's eyes sparkled in joy and interest.
I watched as Ms. Jorsling, an overweight, too old for life teacher seemed to laugh in her mind while staring at that smart child. Penny giggled while looking at the speechless students, and started to organize her homework alphabetically. It was as if she was self-destructing herself when it came to cruel bullying, making her an easy target to mess with. Penny might have been able to tutor so many students she found her program full, but she would never learn how to handle school and life; it was pickle and pizza in her eyes.
The bell rang, and the devil's class was ended with. I took a walk out into the hallway behind Penny, and watched two 9th graders take charge in her day. Zxz192 and Freddyp9 were stubborn athletics who found fun in bullying the nerdiest of the nerds in the school. Zxz was somewhat of a smart, popular jock who was the brains behind the beatings. Freddyp9 was the hyper, kinder bully who thought that bullying was a stage he was going through. Both of them seemed to hate Penny for her smarts, and did what every student was dreaming of doing.
They smirked, and both nodded, loading up the plan. Zxz walked in Penny Mickey's way, laughing with joy. She flipped herself in the other direction, but standing behind her was the mighty Freddyp9. Both of the niners took Penny's planner and tossed it into the school trash as if it wasn't so important to her. She went digging for it, and Freddy tipped her head first into the bin. She screamed in terror while Zxz kicked the trash can down the hallway laughing in entertainment. The friends high-fived each other, one heading to class, the other heading to trouble.
Next period for me was computers, and Penny Mickey for the first time in her life did not have the guts to show up for class. Possibly, she could have been hiding in the girls bathroom, or even suing Penguin Academy. Whatever it was didn't matter to me, so I enjoyed Googling several of my interests. Then, I noticed that Qunknown (my computer neighbor) wasn't drawing graffiti on the desk, or hacking inappropriate for school websites. His face was in my direction, but his eyes were hidden by his long dark hair.
"Dude, you like action, right? Like straight up action, you know, that stuff that makes a dude want to live life to the tops. You here what I'm saying?"
His voice was scratchy but understandable, so I nodded my head.
"Well, have ya ever heard of the Darkpuma's ghetto? Ya know, that hangout for the g's?"
I shook my head, as if I was trying not to fear him.
"Oh well ah... It's like a hangout for fights and stuff like that. Drug dealers are all over the place, but it's pretty tight. Kids from around the school beat the sh** out of each other there, practicing their fighting skills. It gets it's name because a kid who used to go to this school last year, named Darkpuma, started it all. He was on drugs and got into fights too often for a school to handle so he was kicked out for life. No one's ever really seen the guy again, but his legend lives on in his ghetto. Ya well ah... Wanna check it out after school with me? Pretty cool place, I guess. Ya don't have to fight, just watch and you'll see what I'm saying."
It seemed like the kind of place school's hated and parents feared, so I said yes to the guy. He seemed like he wasn't pulling a joke, because kids who were black gloves don't do such stuff.
"Cool, man. Meet me outside of school today, and we'll head straight for it."
After the final bell had rang, I headed outside, waiting for Qunknown. I watched Penny Mickey pass by holding in tears of embarrassment while covered in trash. Polar Amigo came by with a bag of chips, munching on them as if it was his last meal. Gapboy999 passed by on his bike learning how to control such a vehicle, along with my former preschool teacher waving. These faces were the faces of the future; the faces that will determine the survival of the penguin race.
After everyone headed away from the prison known as school, Qunknown appeared as dark as ever. He wore a jacket darker than the soul of any criminal, and proudly showed off his emo emotions. He walked down the steps like a man who was just shot five times, and turned to me. His eyes were once again behind the strokes his long hair, and the smile on his cheek was terribly plain. He pointed down the road, and told me to follow him.
I started to look at Ice Palace in a different way than before. The town was filled with kids like Qunknown, hiding their emotions from the world by covering them up with fights and killings. We walked by a group of dropouts smashing the window of a closed store, covered by dark scarfs. These kids might have been some of the worst kids around, but they had their reasons. Each of them was poor, very poor, and couldn't afford most items I have. It was bad times for them, and putting myself in their shoes let me sneak into their hearts.
Qunknown took a turn down a dark alley way, and on the wall was the name "Darkpuma" carved into the hard brick. We passed by a few kids laying against a wall and sniffing terrible drugs. They looked at us as if we were a bunny in a bear's cave. As we walked, the sky seemed to vanish from existence. Day was now night, and love was now hate. I looked around, observing every living thing I saw and every object in my way. If this is the future, than hope will soon die.
He took one last left turn, and entered what seemed to be an outdoor stadium. Kids were hanging against walls sprayed in graffiti, and circled around the area. We took a seat next to a group of dark blue penguins who seemed to be high off of whiskey, and waited for something I never had seen before. The same group of kids who smashed the glass window took a seat next to us, and laughed while counting up their money. One of the kids stood up and walked over to the center of the "stadium".
He turned to another kid, a kid who didn't really look much like a kid. He was HUGE, and looked as if he could eat someone like me. His name was Micheal Superstition, but he was best known as "Mikey Spikey". With one bunch he could kill anyone in his sight, and it was best for people like me not to get in his way. He wore ripped jeans and a raggy jacket torn greatly. He looked at his opponent, and ran straight for him like a dog chasing a mailman.
The dark blue penguin ducked quickly, and was able to trip such a large penguin. He ran to the other side, waiting for Mike to redeem himself. Mikey Spikey quickly hopped to his feet, which made the crowd cheer with joy. He laughed in disgust, mocking every bit of his opponent. The crowd waited for him to beat the fighter to the crowd, but instead he did something that made even Qunknown gasp. He pulled out an object, an object that could destroy the soul of any living thing. In his hands was a gun, a gun that was once held by Darkpuma himself.
He slowly walked over to the dark blue penguin, and put the gun up to his head. The smirk on his face showed he was proud to have such a gun, and wanted to use is at this moment. The penguin started to drip in sweat of fear, and did not move a single muscle. He carefully watched Mikey Spikey through the lends of his eyes, and waited for him to drop the gun. But Mike did no such thing, and wrapped his finger around the trigger.
"So Outtacntrll, I hear you fight well with your fins. You're the guy who robbed that clothing store outside, eh? You and your lil' gang you call "The Swaggers" beat the h*ll out of some kids from around this area. So you think you're tough? You think you can actually challenge me and not expect to die?" Mikey Spikey said in a soft voice.
" Please... Please... Let me go... I'm begging... I promise I'll get out of this town for good, and leave my gang forever!" Outtacntrll said in a deep voice. He was scared, very and was the type of guy who only pretended not to care about life.
"Look at the tuff' guy now! Ya shaking kid, you afraid of me? Ya should be! I am going to kill ya here and now, right in front of ya so called gang. You ready to die and leave this world?"
Outtacntrll closed his eyes and mumbled a pray of forgiveness. He opened his eyes and nodded. This told Mikey he was no longer afraid to die, and wouldn't care if his life ended this way. He looked over to his so called friends, and smiled for the first time in four years. He finally made truth with God, and was ready to leave his world to enter God's world. His faith was shown clearly, and he had just hit rock bottom by getting a gun pointed at him. The only chance he were to live is if a miracle happened, but things didn't seem to bright for him.
A roar of nose was heard from across the street, and Mikey along with the rest of the kids realized the police were on their way to the scene. Mikey Spikey had walked by a local store with his gun shown, and this mistake may cost him the next forty years in prison. As the crowd rushed out of the scene to various places, Qunknown and I stood up. We looked at Spikey, who was more nervous than Outtacntrll was a few minutes ago. He let go of his victim, and took a few steps back in fear.
He pointed the gun at the back of Outtacntrll who was running behind the large crowd, and pressed the trigger. I watched as the bullet spun out of control passing by my own eyes, and saw the small object that can kill any living creature. I finally realized that I will never live forever, a thought that may have taken over my soul. My heart cracked in shame, and I sat on the cold floor in amazement. The bullet blasted into the back of Outtacntrll, a victim of terrible influence. As he fell to his knees, blood splattered out his untouched back. Tears filled his eyes, and he fell to the floor trying to survive his last chance of death.
The flame of my spirit faded into darkness, and I found myself unable to move. Sweat dripped from my palms, and the pain of my heart was so terrible it could not be shown on the outside. An object the size of a human's finger nail just ripped into the back of a living penguin. His life might have just ended before my eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it. For the first moment in my life I did not fear death, and this emotion came from Outtacntrll. He was a hero trapped in a world of hate, and I had to watch his soul float away.
Qunknown grabbed my arm and pushed me through the crowd. I followed him up a ladder leading to the top of a nearby building, and we watched as the police force cleared the scene. Mikey Spikey was handcuffed and thrown into a small car. Outtacntrll was placed on a stretcher, and his gang was thrown against the wall. The lights of their cars burned out the darkness of Darkpuma's ghetto. If this was life, life isn't worth living.
I found myself holding in my tears all night, thinking of the terrible scene. Questions passed by in my mind, and guilt ate away at my soul. I had just realized where I was that afternoon. I was in the darkest moment of my small life, and I witnessed a scene that will forever haunt my spirit. All I could think of was the blood splurting out of a confused penguin who simply wanted to accomplish what his ancestors had not. The power of death, dishonor and hatred had taken a new victim, this time it was Outtacntrll.
Sleeping was the last thing on my mind that cold, long night. Questions rushed through me like the bullet rushed through that penguin. "Is Outta alive? Did Mikey Spikey get arrested? Am I in trouble? Is Qunknown thinking the same thing?" Qunknown might have been able to stop me from trying to help Outta, but he couldn't stop me from thinking about the scene. Outtacntrll's live could have ended because of a small fight in the worst area in town, and I just so happened to witness this. Sometimes I wish I could start everything over again, but other times I wish I could just fast-forward the world.
A feeling is not an emotion, but an emotion is a feeling. I did not feel a bullet blast through the back of my chest, but I did get hurt. I hurt my emotions, something that rarely has happened to me in my life. When I look at a child sitting at the playground crying, I usually think of him as immature. But after this day and forever on, I will understand how that child feels. I will sink into his inner thoughts and bathe in his fears. Sometimes I want to pause the world, and go back to those days in my childhood; where everything was perfectly designed for me and only me. Now I see that the world is not designed for only me, and have regretted watching the sunset ever since.
The next day I walked into my homeroom, sat down and closed my eyes. I was trying to lock my emotions up inside me, and I did not want any to show. If a single tear drop of stress dropped down my cheer, I would forever ruin my reputation as a guy. Polar Amigo leaned over to me, and took a good look into my eyes. He realized there was something wrong with me, but judging by his strange expression on his face he didn't know what exactly. He then smiled, knowing that I was in a bad mood and turned back to Googling the word Google.
The door slammed open and a puff of dust filled the air of the classroom. Qunknown slowly walked in without saying "hi" or "good morning" to any of his classmates or teachers. The entire world seemed to stop and watch as he slowly strutted towards his chair. His eyes were rushing with red, bloody anger representing the horror of the underworld. His tight jeans were blacker than any other pair of jeans on Earth, but for once in his life he did not care at all about his appearance. Instead he cared about revenge and only revenge, something that will never get a person anywhere in life.
Something about Qunknown was different than before. It might have been the fact that his hair was messy for a first, or maybe because he didn't hold a skateboard. But it wasn't just that, his expression was nothing. His happiness was dirt. And his love for dark creatures was gone. He was angered by what the world had turned into, and how his view had changed. He used to think the world orbited around him, but after witnessing a crime he knew it was the opposite. I had a feeling that he might have stayed up last night worrying too about the shooting, but boy I was wrong.
Qunknown took a seat next to me, without a word flying from his mouth. He pushed his hair to the side to show his deadly eyes of truth, as if I was the one to shot Outtacntrll. Anger rushed through my blood, and I needed to release it somehow into the real world. I felt my fist shaking on the desk, and crunching into a familiar formation. The veins of my body came out of their hiding spaces revealing themselves all under my skin, and my arm started to push my fist up into the air, as if it was a rocket.
He looked at me with anger and fear wrapped up into his body, tightly hiding his true emotions. My fist lifted in the hair, and the power of anger had taken over me. I could no longer control my body, and my mind has made it's own mind. I could only let my body control itself, and my emotions take over every organ inside of me. Qunknown knew this wasn't the true me, but he also knew I didn't even try to resist. He took a small slide back in his chair, and watched as my hands showed off their glory.
My fist was now in the air, and the world turned on slow motion world. My fist rushed through the air cutting any living thing in it's way, and slammed into the untouched face of Qunknown. His hair flung back, his eyes twitched and his mouth grinned. My fist banged into his face, and for the first time in years a single tear drop rolled down his rusty skin. The other students watched in amazement, witnessing the first entertainment of the day.
I finally took back control of my fist and flung it back with the rest of my body. I looked at Qunknown, who was more angry and shocked than ever. His eyes were dark, and his mouth was damaged. I could tell by his face he wanted to burn me in my sleep, and I would do the same to him. His day was crushed and stepped on by my fist, destroyed from the very start. My fist created my day as well, and ruined many opportunities I was supposed to have. I guess life isn't always so perfect.
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