Pt. 7

Lucky Me

            Bzzz… Bzzz…Bzzz. I turn to snooze my alarm, when I see it’s 8:03. “Omar, get up its 8:03!” I ran to my closet to my clothes without paying attention to how I put it on. I take a look at myself and see that my clothes are backwards. I fix it and say to Omar, “Hurry up, were late.” “Coming!” he yelled back. We ran as fast as we could to our classes but were made to hold three buckets; one in each hand and one on our head for the whole class.

            We had to be so still that our faces looked, well, let’s just say it was weird. I only did it for half of the class. “Hey Oliver, are your parents the ones that have no name?” I just stood there because if I talked I would drop the bucket. “Put them down and answer me.” That’s easier said than done because I still had the bucket on my head. “Yes, they are my parents.” I answered back. “Your parents were the only ones who beat me and got to a Junior class in two months.” I just stood there knowing they expect a lot due to my parents. “Let’s see how you do” he said than added “get over here.”

            I walked over kind of limping because I was hurt but I tried not to show my pain. I just looked at him and wondered when we start. He started by kicking me on my ribs, as that happened I grabbed his foot then threw him to the ground to kick him. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him so he could punch me. He got on top of me and started punching me, I gave him a headbutt to stop him and use that to my advantage. In the end I lost and looked fucked up. Lucky me.

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