October 3, 2009~

Dear Diary~

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 ...