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The Time I Got Banked

“Everything  that  goes  around  come  around”  I  learned  the  true  meaning  of   this  statement in  the  6th  grade.  One  day  I  got  in  my  first  fight  it  was  with  a  kid  named  Bobby. I  don’t  know  exactly  how  the  fight  started  I  think  it  was  because  of  some  fight or something  but  anyway  Bobby  swings  at me  and  ducked   then  I preceded to punch him the face. He didn’t go as far as I wanted so I 3 pieced him…..no biscuit. Everyone was hyped but I started to walk away all action movie hero bad-ass style when all of a sudden I hear a very exaggerated “ohhhhhh”. I turn to see Bobby trying to hit me with his shoe I uppercut him and he falls into the bushes.
  Later that day I’m with my cousin, John walking around outside still till this day  I don’t know why we were outside but I tell you this never again. So we see this girl and she starts arguing with me because of a phone number or something and some words were exchanged. I will admit that I could have been a little less harsh but while I contemplated this Me and John see two of our classmates. We start goofing around but the fun suddenly ends when we hear a lot of commotion at the top of the block. I shit you not there had to be at least 15 guys walking down the street and  then I heard someone yell “There they are!!”. I turned around and John was no where to be seen I took off running full speed I turn he corner and my cousin is at the top of the block I fall like a dumb-ass and I can’t really get up. I hear all the boys approaching me fast so I make a quick decision that I’m sure saved me a lot of pain and suffering , I did what any frightened kid would do….I hid. I rolled under the car not a second before about 30 pairs of POLO boots, Nike’s and Puma’s stream past me. I wait about 5 minutes which I then used to think about how I got myself into the situation I’m in.
   It takes 15 minutes before I they get out of earshot of me, I use  this time to think about what the right thing to do would be and what the wrong  thing to do is. I finally make my choice  and get from underneath the car. I run up the street and instead of going straight home I turn the corner, which takes me back to the block that I ran down. I ask some girls where’s John they say he went to my house just when I’m about to take off my arms are gripped super tight from behind my back. I hear a voice yell “Is this him?” says a very deep voice; a couple of seconds go by and then I hear a more feminine voice answer “Yeah”. I’m turned around so that I can see the people that pursued me it’s the girl from earlier and I’m guessing that these boy’s that she’s with are her older cousin’s. I am released and then one kid steps forward and then swings at me. Once again I shit you not the punch was so fast I could hardly see it and when I ducked underneath it I felt the air from the punch over top of my head. So naturally I was feeling like all that and a bag of chips but that feeling was quickly replaced by an agonizing pain I then felt in my gut. The one kid was standing to my left and now I was scared as fuck I started to say my prayers to god when all of a sudden some man and my classmate, Roger from earlier are breaking it up. They say come on you guys are 15 and 16 years old leave these kid alone I was co-signing “Yeah Leave This kid alone”. I then ran all the way home but my cousin wasn’t there. I went around the corner to my aunt’s house and my John is going off.I don’t have the strength to argue with him so I go to sleep but as I lay on the couch I can’t help but thinking I beat Bobby up for a stupid reason and now look what happened to me.

                                                                                                          -Charles

A Friend

   It’s 6:42am Monday morning and it’s  raining hard outside  I know that’s very bad  weather  for the first day of school but of course no one listens to me. Well unfortunately  that is how this story begins. BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! My alarm goes off I try to ignore it but I then decide to just hit the snooze button but then my mom walks in. My mom is about 5’6 (No wonder where I get my height from),brown skin(she jokes about wishing she were as light as me), with curious brown eyes, she’s beautiful. Standing  there she looks like the best woman in the world. Any photographer would kill to take pictures of her but those pictures would always be incomplete without my dad standing next to her. The grief and anger starts to rush towards me like every other time I think of him, I push my thoughts of him aside quickly just like I practiced over these past 5 years.” Leo Carter! This is the first time I didn’t have to wake you up, keep this up and we might have to get you checked out!” as she makes her way out of my room.  I’m trying to  wipe the eye boogers from underneath my eye lids, I eventually give up and just get up out of bed and start to make my way towards  the bathroom. I hop into the shower and turn the faucet on and not even a second later the hot/warm water is pouring over my body. After 15 minutes I get out dry off and brush my teeth and put on deodorant,  I then  emerge from the bathroom smelling fresh. I throw on my clothes and grab my back pack and then I make my way downstairs. I tell my mom I’m leaving and then walk out the door towards the bus stop.

  The rain has let down a bit but is still pouring there isn’t a lot of grass around since I live in the city but there are several trees lined up on the right hand and left hand sides of the street. I know your thinking I don’t have a lot to be happy about but it’s pretty cool I live 3 minutes away from the Ravens stadium and it’s very clean so it’s altogether a nice environment. I get to the 36 bus stop just in time to catch the 7:20 bus. I slide my S-pass and take my seat in the front, most kids sit in the back of the bus but I like to play it safe and keep my world problem free. I pop my head phones in and my favorite Sam Sparro song  starts to play. I look around the bus and notice a kid to my right looking out of the window, he looks angry but I don’t pay attention to his mood it’s the first day of school everybody’s  mad. I get off the bus 1 stop away from school and go into 7-11. I have this routine where everyday I have to get me a pack of trident layers gum, a pink lemon-aid brisk, and a bag of Doritos. I’m waiting in line when all of a sudden I see the same kid that looked angry on the bus standing in line behind me. I guess he unzipped his jacket because he is wearing the same uniform shirt that I’m wearing, a light blue oxford shirt with the Mervo cob-wheel on the left hand side above the pocket. I give him the was sup nod, he nods back  so I turn to the cashier and pay for my stuff. I make my way to school and within a couple of minutes I’m in my trade class and I look around and nod to a couple of familiar faces from last year. It feels great to be a sophomore, you may not get the respect you would get as a junior or senior but it’s a start. I take my seat and look at my watch and when I look up the kid from 7-11 is sitting  at the desk to the right of me. Up close I can get a better look of him, he’s about 5’5 to my 5’4 , he is the same complexion as my mom  and is fairly skinny ,just like me with dark brown eyes. Naturally I try to strike up a conversation.

 “Hey”.

“Hey” he says.

 “So you new here?” I ask.

 “Yeah my names Cole ….Cole Everdeen” he says like he’s trying to reassure himself.

 I then ask him what classes he has. He hands me his schedule. 

“It turns out we have all of the same classes” I say enthusiastically, he just shrugs it off and then class begins.

The day drags on and eventually I find myself  sitting with Cole at lunch we talk while we both di g into our packed lunches.

“So do you know a lot of people that go here?” Cole asks.

“You could say that but I don’t really have a lot of people I would consider friends” I reply

“Oh” he replies.

I make small talk and soon I find out that Cole lives right up the street from me and that he likes all the same things I do (anime ,movies ,video games, the internet).I ask him if he’d like to come over to play Modern Warfare 3 he s says “yes”.

  The day goes on like any other normal  school day. Cole and I catch the 36 to my house.

We immediately get caught up in an online game of  Search and Destroy and neither of us realizes that my mother has walked in. She ask s me to introduce my friend “Oh this is Cole from school” I tell her she already knew I was inviting someone over, I texted her at lunch.

Cole shakes her hand and says what a pleasure it is to meet you, my mother blushes and says “Leo why can’t you be more polite?”

I shrug her  question aside turn my attention back to the game.

She leaves so me and Cole start to play the game again.

Its intermission so I try to strike up a conversation.

“So…did you tell your mother what time you’d be home or….?”I stop mid-sentence when I notice the hurt and grief in his eyes. He immediately gets up and says he has to go, I ask him why and he says that he has something to do.

  Cole avoids me in school, sitting as far away from me as possible in class, catching an earlier bus home, and either eating outside or skipping lunch altogether. This goes on for about a month and I will admit I did feel kind of guilty even though I didn’t know what I had done. One night while I’m thinking about whether or not I have homework I pick up my cell phone and begin to call Cole. I  stop my self and then come to the conclusion that this entire thing is stupid.I began to get angry at Cole but also at myself  and then I calm down and think to myself about what I could have said and I come up with nothing . I eventually get annoyed again  and decide to put an end to this thing one way or another.

  The next day at school I sit at the same table as Cole and  ask him what I did wrong. There is dead silence. Cole refuses to meet my eyes and I start to ask him again until he break s the silence.

“I don’t want to talk about it” he says.

“Look, man I’m sorry I didn’t mean to….”

“It’s not anything you did…I just don’t want to talk about it!” he says.

“But….why..:”

“You wouldn’t understand”.

“Trust me and I just might…”

Cole looks up at me from his sandwich for the first time since I sat down.

“My mom died 2 months ago and I’ve been trying to forget about her ever since okay!!!” I look at Cole as I get a falling sensation in my gut at the sound of the word “died “. We are silent for a long time, finally I look up and speak.

“…I’m sorry”

“Your sorry? You don’t know what it feels like to lose someone so close..” I cut him off.

“My dad died when I was 10, so stop whining like a goddamn kid and face the facts that your not the only person to lose someone!” A single tear runs down my cheek and I look up to see a couple rolling down Cole’s cheek to. A couple of kids stare over at me and Cole but I ignore them. Cole whips his tears away.

“I’m Sorry…I know its not easy but I’m here and I know what it feels like” he says.

I wipe my face on my sleeve and then I finally feel the heavy feeling that I’ve felt since the day my father died slowly lift from my chest. I look over at Cole and we start talking like nothing ever happened. Cole makes a funny joke and for the first time since my dad died 5 years ago  I find myself  smiling.

   2 years later and I’m watching Cole give his speech up on stage for graduation. He talks about how he went through several struggles trying to get over the fact that his mom died, and how several teachers, piers, and family members have helped him through it. But what caught my attention is what he said next.

“Even though I will always owe a special debt to all  those wonderful people in my life  there’s one person who stands above all the rest” he says.

“Leo Carter… in my time of need he was there….I’m not saying that he was the only person who helped me out but the thing is Leo was the only person to truly share my pain and understand how it felt to be me” the auditorium is silent.

“ To tell you all the truth despite everyone’s efforts I wouldn’t be here today without Leo” everyone in the auditiorium is listening intently.

“Leo  did the best thing anyone can do for anyone eles”he pauses dramatically.

“He didn’t buy me fancy things or told me what I needed to hear…..he did something far greater than that..”he pauses dramatically again and I’m just about to ask him out loud what exactly I did,  because I’m pretty sure I was the most confused person in that room.

“he was a friend to me and I believe that is the greatest gift you can ever give to someone eles” and on this note he finishes his speech and walks off the stage. The applause is so loud that I can barley hear myself think but I’m not listening because all I can hear are my tears of excitement rolling down the sides of my face.

 

 

 

Tsunami

   I’m aware of the ear the ear drum shattering alarm that is echoing throughout the city. People are screaming, birds are screeching, dogs are barking, and things were being tossed about. Everything around me was shaking so my first thought was that we were experiencing a very mild earthquake. But the sound of over 5 sky-scrapers reassured my suspensions.

   My name is Suzuki Akutastke and I’m currently driving 120 mph up a dirt road that leads from my home city in Japan. I never really feared natural disasters because for some reason I thought I was invincible. I always thought that they couldn’t touch me well that changed today. It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on, a tsunami was on its way across the coast and guess who was in its direct path. The city Sendai and guess who lives there….your right me.

   After  20 minutes of driving up the road that leads into the mountain I turn around and I realize in that moment that everything I ever knew was about to be destroyed. The tsunami was so big that I had trouble seeing the top of it. I quickly thought about what it would feel to be hit by that thing and it makes me queasy to my stomach. My thoughts are interrupted when I realize how close it is. Right at that moment I give up hope.

   I estimate the I have about 15 minutes to live, 20 at the most. I take this time to reflect on my life. I put my pride aside and come to terms with my self. I have not done anything worth while my entire life I don’t blame God for punishing me and taking my life I realize that I was wrong. The tsunami is about 10 minutes away when I see a news reporting helicopter curve around the mountain.

   A man was perched on the side of it holding a camera recording the disaster. Still till this day no one and not even the pilot can tell you how they saw me. They just sensed that someone was near it may not have seemed like a big deal to them but is was to me. They taught me a lesson, never give up hope because when you do you give up on everything. I was ready to die on that mountain side but God gave me a second chance that I will never  forget.

The Argument

“What are you looking at”!!!? I scream at the light-skin boy in the yellow mervo freshmen shirt.

“Get out of my face”!!! He screams at me a lot more loudly than I would have liked.

“Who are you talking to”??? I ask him as I look into his eyes challenging him to say more.

“I’m talking to YOU”!!! And as he says that the lunch bell rings and I’m left standing there in mid-sentence.

I walk out of class and go into the girl’s bathroom from across the hall. I look into the mirror and admire my extravagant figure in the mirror. I’m brown-skinned and very slim with nice shoulder length curly hair, track of course. I hear the bathroom door open and my friend Shanisha she smile as she asks

“What was that all about”? She says with a small smile on her face. Shanisha looks like me but she’s a few shades darker and about 20 pounds thicker but she’s not fat.

“He was too loud and plus he spilled that milk all over the place! He was being an asshole” I tell Shanisha.

“Look Anna he wasn’t the one who spilled the milk it was David and he was only being loud because you were being loud” She tells me gently.

“Yeah maybe you’re right” I don’t look her in the eye. “I guess I’d better get to class”

“OK” She says as I leave the bathroom.

I walk into class just as the bell rings and sit in my seat in my 3^rd period math class. Within a few minutes I’m really getting into the drill someone else enters the room. It’s the light-skinned kid that spilled the milk at lunch. He walks up to the teacher and hands her a pass she tells him to take his seat and to stop fooling around people say “Hey Charles” and give him high fives. He then makes his way towards his seat, wait his seat right next to me and that surprises me a lot. I try my hardest to just ignore him and to finish my work but after the drill we’re assigned a worksheet but we have to work in pairs. Guess who my partner.

“So….I guess we have to get started” Charles says to me timidly.

“Look I don’t have time for your crap I don’t want to work with you so I’ll just do the entire paper ALONE”!!! I tell him.

“How will I get my grade it’s a”

“I don’t care what you do just sign your name when your finished”!!! I tell him with anger coursing through my veins.

“Ok” Just a simple okay no explanation or anything and I also notice that he doesn’t look very mad it seems like he was trying to be nice.

I stare down at the paper and no matter how I look at the problems I can’t make any sense of them.

“Need any help” Charles asks me.

“Uhm yeah” I say with a small smile on my lips.

After a while of Charles working in silence I ask him.

“Why aren’t you mad at me”? I ask him.

He doesn’t reply for a while and I began to think that he won’t, finally he says.

“I’ve learned to forgive people and plus to be honest it wasn’t that serious”

“Really”?? I ask.

“Yeah”

“Wow your actually a pretty nice person” I tell him sincerely.

“Uhh….Thanks”

After that day me and Charles were on pretty good terms and to be honest he was a pretty good looking guy. I just might ask him to go with me to the Sophomore Ball if I get enough nerve. I never knew that Charles was a nice person and I wouldn’t have if I never took the chance to get to know him. Well I guess the saying “Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover” had to come from somewhere.

                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                            -Charles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Baltimore

  I start to think why did I have to be on of the  unlucky souls that were born in Baltimore. I get up and get myself together for school. It takes longer than usual and now here I am about to be late for school. I run to the bus stop and narrowly miss the bus. Today I'm not having it so I began to chase after it...and that's when things start to go wrong.
   I guess the bus driver gets a kick out of watching people run for the bus because he does'nt let me on for 3 blocks. When I get on the bus of course there's no seats so I stand the entire ride to school which is 40 minutes. I get off and notice that I have 10 minutes to spare so naturally I take my time. I get in the school and I'm held up by the staff. They take my bag and check it and thos makes me late.
  I walk into class and see that the class is already on the notes. I ask the teacher will it be coach class she looks at me like I'm crazy. She asks me do I think she wants to stay after school. I don't respond. I just silently say in my head...only in Baltimore.

                          -Charles

Idk

I'm dead inside
Come find me
Who I was
The time unwinds me

-Charles
*Needs to be finished*

Broken

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
My heart crashes
And so does my trust

Why play both of us
I'm hurt You took advantage of me
All you do is fuss
So there's the door and here's the key

-Charles

Robin

Robin of the garden tend to the nest
Twigs and trims where the  robins rest
Lay baffled in a blinking quest

Listen…a worm trenches down
Perched as it nips around
Toss and swoop to the ground

 

-Charles

Hero

Fighting for what's right
under the cover of shade
My muscels are tight
meanwhile the goverment played

Society may talk but takes no action
Innocent people suffer but who's to blame
I do the right thing just for the satisfaction
Running from the truth realization came

-Charles

Black and White

What would a world seem
If black and white the color
All such would be supreme
And life to be much duller

Little expression or no joy what so ever
No sky of blue or orange tint
The sun is white forever
A world in newspaper print

- Charles