October 3, 2009~
I'm a dead man.
It's a wonder I'm still here, a day later, after what happened yesterday.
I was at lunch when it happened. I was carrying my lunch tray to a table when I tripped. I tried to keep from falling; it didn't work. When I fell, my lunch tray went flying into the air; the contents did the same. Pizza, fruit cup, my Juicy Juice mango drink: all went flying everywhere.
When I looked up, I was horrified to see the cold, steel-grey eyes of Hoss. The class bully. Pizza was sliding down the size of his nose; my Juicy Juice was now running down from his hair into his eyes. He looked mad as hops. The look on his face said: "Yer a dead man, McGee!!"
That was the last thing I remembered before I took off running like a cheetah. I heard Hoss's roar of rage, but I didn't care. I wanted to get the heck out of there, or else Hoss was gonna have me, Braxton Phillip McGee-Colson, for lunch!!
I hid in the locker. My dark, smelly locker. I stood there, in total darkness, with only a tiny shaft of light poking through, praying for my life. I didn't know if God was real or not, but if there was any time I needed God, it was like right now! I prayed for Him to keep me alive, to keep Hoss from giving me a good pounding.
I stayed in the locker until well after the bell rung. When I thought it was safe to leave, I exited, shaking like a leaf; I then ran down the halls, out the door, and then streaked towards my home several streets down from the school, where I lived.
By the time I reached my house, I was sweating bullets and gasping for air. I sounded like an asthmatic horse. I never was so scared as I was then.
Still am scared, for I am sure that Hoss will spend a good part of the weekend trying to find me, so he can turn me inside out.
I ddin't mean to fall! It was just a horrible accident! I tripped over my big, clumbsy feet; it just happened that Hoss was in the way when the food and drink went flying! Now I am a dead man; it is going to take a miracle for me to survive this weekend, not to mention, the start of a brand new school week! If Hoss ever finds me, I'm toast!
I might as well start writing out my will (not to mention, looking for a grave for someone to bury me in) right now because I don't have many days left ...