"Escape," another short story
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zesty_pinto11:00. He sobbed that night.
The morning afterward, he walked to school. There was a photo of her in his room. He threw it in the trash. The day was a dreary gray overcast as it was for the past four days. He sighed as he walked, seeing none of his friends along the way.
8:40. Appointment with the school psychologist. He rushed in at 8:42 but his appointment was rescheduled again for 2:30PM. He had to accept.
Homeroom was unruly. Chris popped paperwads at the back of his head again. He did nothing for fear of the homeroom teacher and her vigilant eye... over him.
9:00. Period 1. Chris and his friends tossed garbage over at his head from the other side of the lockers onto him. He changed his shorts for fear of getting caught by the Phys. Ed. coach as he had before.
9:50. Period 2. She was in the same class and refused to even look at him. He wanted an answer, but there was no answer.
10:40. Period 3. The teacher handed in their essays. He scored a 40 and a requirement to have it signed to his parents. She still refused to look back at him.
11:30. He ate lunch at his usual table. They didn't notice him sit down, but they talked at length about how great this movie was, how good this game was. He was still quiet until one of them, Ben, asked if he agreed, which he gave a slight smile and nod to. Ben replied to the others, "You see?? Even HE knows it!"
12:00. Period 4. His advisor's class progressed normally. He wanted to ask her something, but before he could, it was the end of the class and she recommended that he hurry to next class.
12:50. Period 5. Larry joined in shooting spitwads with Chris. He went up and tried to explain to the teacher, but he told him to be a man about it.
1:40. Period 6. The art teacher questioned his drawing of Jesus burning the other day and wondered if he got to see the Psychologist as he wanted him to. He told the teacher about his reschedule, and he looked at him strangely "This is the third day already! Are you avoiding your appointments?" He wrote up his hall pass to go to the psychologist.
2:30. They school psychologist finally let him see him. "Tell me your problems." He could really say anything that would work. He tried to explain his problems with this girl. The psychologist replied that he needs to be more assertive. He tried to explain about the bullies. He explained that he needs to be more accepting. He explained that the picture was just based off of what his parents thought of him at times when he didn't do well. It was 2:50 before he could finish explaining and he was shoo'd out of the room, given another appointment at 8:40.
When he went to catch up with his friends, they were gone again. Chris was there and he threw rocks at the back of his head until a teacher caught him. As he was halfway home, Chris reappeared again and pelted tiny rocks at the back of his head until he could get home.
3:10. No one was home. He turned on the television and saw an angry protestor wanting to kill Arabs for the World Trade Center. He turned the channel again and saw a bunch of muscular men defeat their villain with their weaponry and fists as they pummeled him to the ground. Next channel, three people die by gunshots. Culprit was sentenced to death by chair. Next channel... mother was home.
Mother came in, asked him to help with the groceries. He complied. She asked how was school. Before he could reply, she started rummaging through his backpack and quickly found his test. Mother yelled at him, wondering why he didn't do better: if the Saturday and Sunday classes weren't any help at all. She told him to go to his room and work on his homework, and he had to comply.
3:50. His mother came into his room and gave him a thirty minute lecture on the importance of education. He sighed and his mother immediately asked what that meant. He said nothing afterwards and he was grounded for the rest of the week.
6:30. His father entered the door and yelled at him, wondering what he was going to do with his life if he kept getting scores like that. He couldn't reply, and he received one hour of lecturing on the impirance of education. His father reminded him that he was grounded for the rest of the week to make sure he didn't spend any of his time with his friends.
10:10. She came online to talk to him on his computer. She asked him how he was. He had to say fine. She asked him why he didn't talk to her. She then told him about the nice guy that was better than him in every way and before he could reply, she went offline.
11:00. He sobbed that night.
The morning afterward, he walked to school. There was a key his father had that he hid under the cupboards that he had. The day was a dreary gray overcast as it was for the past five days. He sighed as he walked, seeing none of his friends along the way.
8:40. He went to visit the school psychologist. He was nervous and felt a need to speak, but his appointment was moved to 2:30.
Homeroom was unruly. Chris popped paperwads at the back of his head again. He did nothing for fear of the homeroom teacher and her vigilant eye... over him. He was still nervous.
9:00. Period 1. Chris and his friends tossed garbage over at his head from the other side of the lockers onto him. He changed his shorts for fear of getting caught by the Phys. Ed. coach as he had before. He knew he had to stand now.
"Stop..." He said nervously.
"What?" Chris replied "You want to do something against me, punk?"
Chris' friend replied "You see that? He thinks he's trying to be better than you."
"He ain't nothing." He tossed another piece of garbage that struck him in the nose. They laughed.
"Stop.." He said with a little less of the nervousness.
"You see this? He's trying to be all gangsta about it." He tossed another piece of trash at him. the others saw and they laughed at him. At him. The Phys. Ed. coach still didn't see it.
"Stop." He said it. He finally said it.
They still laughed.
Before Chris could toss another piece of trash, there was a gun aimed at his nose in the nervous hands of Chris.
"Holy sh-" he exclaimed.
"Stop." He was getting worried, but he tried to hold the gun still.
The phys. Ed. coach noticed and was about to tell him to stop throwing something... and then he saw what he held.
"Put down the gun." He said.
"STOP!" He yelled. His hands were shaking violently. He tried to hold the gun still even more.
She noticed.
Chris tried to laugh "It's... it's probably not even loaded. Who are you trying to k-"
"Chris, shut up!" the Phys. Ed. coach said to him. For once "Look, just put down the gun..." He tried to approach again. He had to turn the gun at him and he stopped. Chris took advantage by grabbing his legs, He turned around, turned the gun, pulled the trigger.
A shot rang around around the school, awakening the students, the teachers... His hands were stained in blood.
"Stop..." his arms held down the gun as he looked down with his body quivering. He felt so cold. People started crying. He started crying. The phys. Ed coach rushed for him, he turned, he had to aim, he had to-
The students were told to calm down as teachers began to go and see what it was about. Some continued with their class as it was.
He couldn't take it. He was going to get arrested. He was going to be executed by the chair. He turned around. People immediately started to rush back. She feared him, yet she listened to him yet she-
He ran.
He could hear the police sirens, even though he ran for an hour. His hands were still stained, his shirt was stained, his legs, his arms, his torso... he touched his face and found a red stain that dried onto his fingertips. He looked at the school, at the police cars that began to have officers running out into the school...
He cried one last time...
12:00. A live exclusive was being reported about a boy who commited a school shooting and then commited suicide. The reporters asked his parents about it, and crying they said they couldn't believe it since they were good parents. They interviewed a girl who knew him who cried saying she loved him, an advisor that said he told her nothing about it, a psychologist who said he knew there was something wrong but he never said it, and an entire school that said they couldn't believe it since he was always a nice boy.
1:20. "I Love Lucy" was returned to the air with another rerun.
The morning afterward, he walked to school. There was a photo of her in his room. He threw it in the trash. The day was a dreary gray overcast as it was for the past four days. He sighed as he walked, seeing none of his friends along the way.
8:40. Appointment with the school psychologist. He rushed in at 8:42 but his appointment was rescheduled again for 2:30PM. He had to accept.
Homeroom was unruly. Chris popped paperwads at the back of his head again. He did nothing for fear of the homeroom teacher and her vigilant eye... over him.
9:00. Period 1. Chris and his friends tossed garbage over at his head from the other side of the lockers onto him. He changed his shorts for fear of getting caught by the Phys. Ed. coach as he had before.
9:50. Period 2. She was in the same class and refused to even look at him. He wanted an answer, but there was no answer.
10:40. Period 3. The teacher handed in their essays. He scored a 40 and a requirement to have it signed to his parents. She still refused to look back at him.
11:30. He ate lunch at his usual table. They didn't notice him sit down, but they talked at length about how great this movie was, how good this game was. He was still quiet until one of them, Ben, asked if he agreed, which he gave a slight smile and nod to. Ben replied to the others, "You see?? Even HE knows it!"
12:00. Period 4. His advisor's class progressed normally. He wanted to ask her something, but before he could, it was the end of the class and she recommended that he hurry to next class.
12:50. Period 5. Larry joined in shooting spitwads with Chris. He went up and tried to explain to the teacher, but he told him to be a man about it.
1:40. Period 6. The art teacher questioned his drawing of Jesus burning the other day and wondered if he got to see the Psychologist as he wanted him to. He told the teacher about his reschedule, and he looked at him strangely "This is the third day already! Are you avoiding your appointments?" He wrote up his hall pass to go to the psychologist.
2:30. They school psychologist finally let him see him. "Tell me your problems." He could really say anything that would work. He tried to explain his problems with this girl. The psychologist replied that he needs to be more assertive. He tried to explain about the bullies. He explained that he needs to be more accepting. He explained that the picture was just based off of what his parents thought of him at times when he didn't do well. It was 2:50 before he could finish explaining and he was shoo'd out of the room, given another appointment at 8:40.
When he went to catch up with his friends, they were gone again. Chris was there and he threw rocks at the back of his head until a teacher caught him. As he was halfway home, Chris reappeared again and pelted tiny rocks at the back of his head until he could get home.
3:10. No one was home. He turned on the television and saw an angry protestor wanting to kill Arabs for the World Trade Center. He turned the channel again and saw a bunch of muscular men defeat their villain with their weaponry and fists as they pummeled him to the ground. Next channel, three people die by gunshots. Culprit was sentenced to death by chair. Next channel... mother was home.
Mother came in, asked him to help with the groceries. He complied. She asked how was school. Before he could reply, she started rummaging through his backpack and quickly found his test. Mother yelled at him, wondering why he didn't do better: if the Saturday and Sunday classes weren't any help at all. She told him to go to his room and work on his homework, and he had to comply.
3:50. His mother came into his room and gave him a thirty minute lecture on the importance of education. He sighed and his mother immediately asked what that meant. He said nothing afterwards and he was grounded for the rest of the week.
6:30. His father entered the door and yelled at him, wondering what he was going to do with his life if he kept getting scores like that. He couldn't reply, and he received one hour of lecturing on the impirance of education. His father reminded him that he was grounded for the rest of the week to make sure he didn't spend any of his time with his friends.
10:10. She came online to talk to him on his computer. She asked him how he was. He had to say fine. She asked him why he didn't talk to her. She then told him about the nice guy that was better than him in every way and before he could reply, she went offline.
11:00. He sobbed that night.
The morning afterward, he walked to school. There was a key his father had that he hid under the cupboards that he had. The day was a dreary gray overcast as it was for the past five days. He sighed as he walked, seeing none of his friends along the way.
8:40. He went to visit the school psychologist. He was nervous and felt a need to speak, but his appointment was moved to 2:30.
Homeroom was unruly. Chris popped paperwads at the back of his head again. He did nothing for fear of the homeroom teacher and her vigilant eye... over him. He was still nervous.
9:00. Period 1. Chris and his friends tossed garbage over at his head from the other side of the lockers onto him. He changed his shorts for fear of getting caught by the Phys. Ed. coach as he had before. He knew he had to stand now.
"Stop..." He said nervously.
"What?" Chris replied "You want to do something against me, punk?"
Chris' friend replied "You see that? He thinks he's trying to be better than you."
"He ain't nothing." He tossed another piece of garbage that struck him in the nose. They laughed.
"Stop.." He said with a little less of the nervousness.
"You see this? He's trying to be all gangsta about it." He tossed another piece of trash at him. the others saw and they laughed at him. At him. The Phys. Ed. coach still didn't see it.
"Stop." He said it. He finally said it.
They still laughed.
Before Chris could toss another piece of trash, there was a gun aimed at his nose in the nervous hands of Chris.
"Holy sh-" he exclaimed.
"Stop." He was getting worried, but he tried to hold the gun still.
The phys. Ed. coach noticed and was about to tell him to stop throwing something... and then he saw what he held.
"Put down the gun." He said.
"STOP!" He yelled. His hands were shaking violently. He tried to hold the gun still even more.
She noticed.
Chris tried to laugh "It's... it's probably not even loaded. Who are you trying to k-"
"Chris, shut up!" the Phys. Ed. coach said to him. For once "Look, just put down the gun..." He tried to approach again. He had to turn the gun at him and he stopped. Chris took advantage by grabbing his legs, He turned around, turned the gun, pulled the trigger.
A shot rang around around the school, awakening the students, the teachers... His hands were stained in blood.
"Stop..." his arms held down the gun as he looked down with his body quivering. He felt so cold. People started crying. He started crying. The phys. Ed coach rushed for him, he turned, he had to aim, he had to-
The students were told to calm down as teachers began to go and see what it was about. Some continued with their class as it was.
He couldn't take it. He was going to get arrested. He was going to be executed by the chair. He turned around. People immediately started to rush back. She feared him, yet she listened to him yet she-
He ran.
He could hear the police sirens, even though he ran for an hour. His hands were still stained, his shirt was stained, his legs, his arms, his torso... he touched his face and found a red stain that dried onto his fingertips. He looked at the school, at the police cars that began to have officers running out into the school...
He cried one last time...
12:00. A live exclusive was being reported about a boy who commited a school shooting and then commited suicide. The reporters asked his parents about it, and crying they said they couldn't believe it since they were good parents. They interviewed a girl who knew him who cried saying she loved him, an advisor that said he told her nothing about it, a psychologist who said he knew there was something wrong but he never said it, and an entire school that said they couldn't believe it since he was always a nice boy.
1:20. "I Love Lucy" was returned to the air with another rerun.
