• Chapter 3
    Inherited Skill

    I ran, and ran, and ran. BOOM! Another gun shot, I was tripped, I began to crawl away. I heard the train, I ran jumped out the window and landed on the train. He looked at me and jumped too. We were about to fight to the true deat-"MR.KARION!"

    I woke up sitting at my desk with my face in english book.

    "Mr. Karion, this is not nap-time. You doze off again and you can sleep at in-scchol-suspension."

    "Okay Mr. Tattertot."

    'It's Mr. Tattertune! Okay, so, who can tell me what a compound word is? Anyone?"

    My mind began to doze off again, and my eyes heavy. Stay awake I thought. Then the beautiful three o'clock bell.

    I ran to my locker grabbed my coat and books. As I closed my locker, the new kid that I met the day before stood there. So I tried to make conversation to be nice.

    "Hey."

    "Oh, Hi, Karion."

    "Hey I never got your name. So that and where are you from?"

    "I'm Tommy, I moved from Washington, and thats the State."

    "Oh, well hey, I gotta go, see ya tomorrow."

    "Cool, goodbye."

    I looked back, "Hey dude, goodbye is for people won't see one another again." My father taught me that and the word has always bugged me. I hate hearing it. But in this story I said it a couple of times.

    Finally home. I own home you could say, I'm the only one ever here. I cooked myself dinner and made a plate for my dad, incase he did come home. By nine o'clock I decided to go bed and wait for more school to follow.

    The next mourning, It didn't take ten minutes for other kids to show up after me, so I decided to go to the restroom to get some piece and quiet before class. Before coming around the cornor, I heard a few voices.

    "Listen nerd, if you don't do this homework for me, then I will personally make sure you don't see you eighteenth birthday."

    "No! I won't do it. I will not come to another school to be bullied by some stupid jock who can't do his own darn homework. And I have friends now that would kick your butt!" I reconized that voice, it was Tommy

    "Okay, two things nerd. One: Have the balls to say a real DAMN curse word. And second: I don't see your friends."

    I stepped in the doorway. "Look behind you and you'll see one of them!" I was furious.

    "Oh yeah, what's the Mr. Lonely gonna do?"

    I was more than furious now, he was picking on this kid that just wants to be respected, which is one. He is picking on my friend, two. Now he is talking about my personal life, worst third strike ever.

    His pals came toward me cracking their nuckles. The first one, I grabbed by the shoulders and tripped him from by putting my foot behind his. The other ran at me and grabbed his arm and threw him into the direction of the very solid brick wall. He turned around with his bloody nose, I elbowed him and then finished him off with a big underarm.

    The one I tripped got up. I punched him in the gutt, the my first pulled back and hit him right in his eye. Now for the main one, he tried to run but i tripped him. he turned over on his back with his nose looking broken from the floor. I punched him one time and he was knocked out cold, the other two only injured.

    The bell rang, Tommy didn't look shocked but I did. When did I learn to fight, then, the flashback of beating up that kid a long time ago. Tommy just look at me and hugged me and thanked me, he said thank you so much I had to just be mean and say,"Now I don't mean this, but, if you don't stop saying that, you'll be like those guys.

    He shut up and we headed to class. I looked at the nlood on my knuckles, this wasn't normal, when could I fight this good?

    End of Chapter 3