Skrevet: fr. 09 april 2010, 21:56 Emne: Big Mouth - Engelsk skrivedag.
Dette er en stil jeg heiv sammen i 9 klasse for å komme fortest mulig ut av klasserommet x,p er kort og veldig random, men litt morsom. Har ikke sjekket skrivefeil...
This was it. There was no going back now. All of a sudden I felt doubt in my mind, - did I really want to do this? Well, I had to do it. I could not disappoint all the people that had turned up to watch. Besides, what was the point in running away? Butch would still hunt me down like a dog and beat the living daylights out of me.
“You can do it, Jasper!” Yelled Emily from the bench she sat on. I looked at her. She smiled and waved her small hand at me. Why couldn’t I have the same faith in me as she had?
I wanted to say something cool back, show her how confident I was. But the only thing that escaped my mouth was a small “Yeah...”
I was going to die. Right here at this small football field. What would Butch do? Hit me so hard I would end up spitting blood, or just punch me in the gut? I hoped for that last one.
The people I knew was either smiling comforting or shaking their heads sadly. But most of the students were laughing wildly and screaming things like: “I’m going to sell your teeth on eBay, Jasper!” Yeah. Nice people.
Ugh, what did I do to deserve something like this? It was an accident! ... I think.
I sighed, and thought back to the start of the day.
It was Monday. I would normally be grumpy because of lack of sleep, but I was actually quite happy that morning. Emily came to my locker and asked me about the History test. I’m pretty good at that subject, so I gave her some clues. She smiled in gratitude, and twirled her long, shiny hair around her finger... which was really distracting. Stupid hormones.
Emily skipped down the hallway, singing for herself, while I collected the books I needed for next class.
I slammed my locker shut, and managed to collide with another student. Books fell to the floor, papers flew through the air, and I was terrified.
Why? Oh, why did things like this always happen to me?
It was Butch: The most violent person alive on this planet. I bet he could make Genghis Khan cry like a baby without any effort at all.
He wasn’t just violent, he was mad too. His nostrils flared, pupils dilated and his lips were a grim line of pure fury. God, if you really are up there, save me now!
He collected his books fast from the floor, and jumped up in a standing position. Man, he was tall!
“What the hell, kid? Do you have a death wish or something?!” sneered Butch at me, and yanked me of the floor by my shirt, pressing his ugly face down to mine.
“I- I didn’t mean it! S- sorry!” Yes, I knew was stuttering like a fool, but could you blame me?
“’I – I didn’t mean it, s- s – sorry!’ Jeesh, learn to talk!”
I swallowed hard and stared at him with blank eyes.
Butch, still holding me by my shirt, so I was dangling of the floor, laughed hard.
“God, you’re such a crybaby,” He released me from his death grip, “Come near me again, and I’ll mark you for life. ‘Got that?”
I didn’t say anything. Butch took my silence as a yes, and started walking to class.
“Idiot,” I muttered under my breath.
Butch stopped with a halt, his back rigid.
Shit, he’d heard me?!
He whirled around and walked back to me again. Oh, did I forget to mention he looked really pissed off?
“That’s it. I gave you a chance because I felt like being nice today. But you weren’t nice back, were you?”
I shook my head.
“No. And that means I have to beat you up to get rid of some built up frustration. Be at the football field after class so I can do my work. Don’t even try to hide in the bathroom. Do so, and I’ll drown you in the toilet.”
I Gulped, and nodded so hard I thought my head was going to fall off.
Butch was going to kill me.
I shook my head to get rid of the unpleasant memory, and returned to present time.
The whole ‘audience’ was cheering like crazy.
I looked at Emily’s pale face and wide, staring eyes. I wondered if I looked like that.
Suddenly, a huge shadow came over me, blocking the sun.
The huge shadow was Butch. He looked just as smug as my cat, Cindy, after she ate our canary bird. The only thing missing were the yellow feathers poking out between his lips.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Isn’t it the crybaby with the big mouth?”
I didn’t have time to respond, before I felt Butch’s fist connect with my stomach. I groaned and fell to the dirty ground.
Butch Disappeared with a satisfied look on his face. People yelled at him to beat me up some more. But what did Butch say? That he felt like being nice today: Lucky me.
I sighed and stared up at the sky while the pain ebbed away.
Me and my big mouth.