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Fish In The Sea

Prologue

The whole student body gathered around the front lawn as Howard’s High School leading man was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Most of the girls picked their fake lashes off their face, the tears still rolling down their cheeks. Some of the boys were standing around the now vulnerable girls, attempting to see if they could get into their pants later on that night. I, on the other hand was feeling pretty damn good. I sat on the brick wall a smug look on my face as I watched him cry out in pain about his leg. I tried to contain myself from bursting out laughing when I noticed the group of girls glaring at me from across the lawn.

Feeling confused? Let’s rewind a little bit.

It all started at the bake sale/ festival that the school was having before spring break began. Booths had been set up inside the gym and outside in the front lawn. Tables were set up also with baked goods spread on them, from Mr. Laughlin’s wife’s double fudge brownies to Kayla “special” cake. Everybody knew that Kayla was one of the most notorious potheads and everybody knew that she had put a little something “special” into that cake. Of course the teachers didn’t notice they were to busy sitting in the corner watching us kids and discussing about whose pocket protector was better. Most of the potheads gathered around Kayla’s table munching away on the cake. The preps and stuck up bitches hung around the prep and stuck up bitch’s booth. There was a kissing booth (naturally) the scammers of the school also had a booth. It was when people gambled their money and of course lost.

My booth was the best one well according to me it was. I had an environment friendly booth complete with ‘Save The Whales’ t-shirts and stuff like that. Unfortunately my booth had been placed in a corner with the not so great booths, they had been affectionately called ‘ the shitty booths that nobody actually gives a shit about’. I along with my other environmentalists would constantly throw t-shirts into unexpecting peoples faces, and ignored the rude remarks that had been thrown our way. I wasn’t going to have those people keep me down , so I continued my campaign and tried to hand out brochures on why people should drive hybrids.

I was buying a bottle of water from the concession stand when somebody ever so politely smacked my ass hard. I snapped my head around to see a moron along with his fellow morons laughing at my now red face.

“ Aw, sorry prude.” He said, “ With that nice ass of yours I thought you were somebody actually worth talking to.”

Clever isn’t he? I didn’t take his comments or the laughter of the boobs behind him affect me. Instead I took my water paid the woman standing behind the counter and walked back to my booth. Let’s fast forward to when a certain somebody was being taken away by an ambulance, shall we?

I was minding my own business taping up the boxes of shirts we still had. We sold a total of five shirts, and a plate of vegetarian lasagna to a few people. I had even thrown a marine life DVD at a person who decided to ignore our booth as he passed by. He gave me twenty bucks to stop talking, it was for a good cause. Anyways, I was standing by the brick wall that stopped people from toppling over and rolling down the hill when a hackie sack hit me in the back of the head. I chose to ignore it and continued to tape up the boxes.

“ Prude! Hey prude! Roswell!” I heard somebody yell from behind me.

I immediately knew who it was, considering none of my friends called me a prude or by my last name. So I turned around and saw my mortal enemy standing just a few inches away from me, looking cocky with a smirk on his face.

“ Can I help you?” I asked.

“ Give me my hackie.” He ordered.

I looked at the ground where the multicolored hackie sack lay just by my feet, then back to his face. “ What, are you slow today or something? Hackie.”

Rolling my eyes I bent down and grabbed the hackie sack and than stood back up. He clapped his hands and then held them in front of himself signaling that he wanted me to throw to him. Sadly, I was not a dog that obeyed her owner.

“ Throw it.”

Oh I threw it, all the way down the concrete steps where it rested peacefully on the sidewalk. Yeah, I’m a badass.

“ You’re such a bitch, dude!”

I shrugged my shoulders and watched him begin to descend down the steps. But before he could even reach the second step I stretched out my leg and made him trip. Now, since he is a football player you would think he would be agile, and be able to regain his balance. He didn’t. Instead he toppled down the concrete step hitting a part of his body painfully every time, before coming to a halt on the sidewalk and then started screaming in pain. He had broken his leg.

Guess he wasn’t as smooth as he claims to be? And that is how Mr. Perfect ended up in the back of an ambulance, and leaving me with a since of pride and a good laugh.

Well for now, that is.