"Trust me, Max" I said. "If I wanted to take orders from women, I'd stay home." Five seconds later, I was praying for my life as her copper orbs bore into mine like daggers.
"What. Did. You. Say?!" Max was pissed and I knew exactly which muscles I needed to pull in order to escape her wrath.
"Oh shit!" I cried as I broke into a desperate run through the green undergrowth, blind to what I was about to face. Flashes of all those close to me came to the front of my mind, blurring my vision as I ran in what seemed close enough to a straight line. Every step dug into my bad knee, the knee that had kept me from every sport. It had kept me from ever winning in the things he cared about, everything she cared about. "God, if I die, please make it quick." The visions became more vivid. More real. Even so, I continued to run with no reason. It was almost empowering, running through the unknown green blurs. To think, he was stuck in Mrs. T's class while I was in paradise. Paradise.
"Beat this, Zack Martin!" I cried to the forest, slowing down a bit. "Screw 'em all." A grin erupted onto my face. They could screw themselves. Hell, the whole world could screw themselves and I wouldn't care.
I slowed down even more, the pain in my weak knee streaking up the side of my body.
A clearing.
"Amazing." I whispered, taking several steps to take a closer look at what looked like an enormous crack in the island; separating the mostly green, dark side I was on from a flowery, colorful end with a jagged fault. It was like God took a jackhammer to it. Like he wanted to separate desolation from the flowering plants, fruit, and stream that I could see lead to a waterfall down the fault.
"What. Did. You. Say?!" Max was pissed and I knew exactly which muscles I needed to pull in order to escape her wrath.
"Oh shit!" I cried as I broke into a desperate run through the green undergrowth, blind to what I was about to face. Flashes of all those close to me came to the front of my mind, blurring my vision as I ran in what seemed close enough to a straight line. Every step dug into my bad knee, the knee that had kept me from every sport. It had kept me from ever winning in the things he cared about, everything she cared about. "God, if I die, please make it quick." The visions became more vivid. More real. Even so, I continued to run with no reason. It was almost empowering, running through the unknown green blurs. To think, he was stuck in Mrs. T's class while I was in paradise. Paradise.
"Beat this, Zack Martin!" I cried to the forest, slowing down a bit. "Screw 'em all." A grin erupted onto my face. They could screw themselves. Hell, the whole world could screw themselves and I wouldn't care.
I slowed down even more, the pain in my weak knee streaking up the side of my body.
A clearing.
"Amazing." I whispered, taking several steps to take a closer look at what looked like an enormous crack in the island; separating the mostly green, dark side I was on from a flowery, colorful end with a jagged fault. It was like God took a jackhammer to it. Like he wanted to separate desolation from the flowering plants, fruit, and stream that I could see lead to a waterfall down the fault.
