Now, dear reader, you must be wondering how I got into this predicament. Well, it was a normal autumn day. The leaves just starting to change from themy regular green to slight mixtures of red and yellow peaking out from the bottom of the leaves. I smile at the sight of nature changing taking place before me. Then, it all went to hell. After tearing my eyes from the beautiful sight, a few kids from school come over to I. One jogs behind my wheelchair and pushes me quickly along to no where particular. The others punch and kick me along the way. Once they reach the field, I'm thrown onto the ground roughly and kicked several times. I still have bruises from last time this happened. I stare in horror as the kids dismantle my wheel chamy before throwing it off to god knows where then leaving as if nothing happened. That is how I ended up lying in the middle of nowhere and no way of leaving. I sigh after hearing the deafening crack of thunder close by. I begin to cry as I realize I have no shelter from the storm. Then, I hear footsteps approach me.
I turn my head to see a slim tall figure standing over me. He has dark brown/tinted purple eyes. His face is covered in what seems to be clown makeup. His black hamy in an unruly mess on his head. He stares at me before speaking.
"Now what's a cute little motherfucker like you doing sitting out here when a storm's a coming?" he asked in a gravely voice with a hint of a southern accent.
"Uh, I can't move my legs. I use a wheelchair to get around, but a bunch of kids damaged it and threw it way out of my reach. So, I can't go anywhere at the moment." I respond, shocked to see actual concern in the stranger's eyes. Normally people didn't care or wouldn't bother to help. I was normally stuck in a field for a week before my brother or dad found me and took me home.
"Well that's a motherfucking shame. How bout I go over and get yer little wheeling' device." the stranger said before going to look for the 'wheeling' device'. I slightly smile at the kindness this stranger is showing me. I move my legs up against my chest to rest my arms upon. The stranger comes back in a few minutes with my wheelchair. It's not as bad as I thought it was. It's still useable.
"Here ya go. What's yer name? And why ware ya all up in the middle of this field?" the stranger asked.
"Uh, my name's Tavros Nitram. I'm out here cause I get bullied a lot and also this happens a lot. I normally wait a week for my family to finally realize I'm gone. Then it happens again about 2months later. Thank you by the way."
"You're motherfucking welcome Tavbro. My name's Gamzee Makara. That's terrible that you all up and pushed around. Want me to help you back on and wheel ya home?" Gamzee offered.
Well, how can I pass up this oppotunity?
"Sure." I tell the oddly enthusiastic clown infront of me. He quickly picks me up and sits me back in the wheelchair. He grips the wheelchair with a strength I would have never guessed he had from his apperance.
"Where to Tavbro?" Gamzee asked with a bit of curiosity and excitment in his voice.
"Just around the block. Second house on the right." I respond, pointing in the direction of my house. The thing is, the bullies always take me to the exact same field and do the same things almost every other month. Gamzee starts racing down the block as if something extremely important was waiting there for him. After us two turn the block in what seemed like 2 seconds. Gamzee slowes to a halt infront of my house. I turn to thank him and am greeted with a toothey and doppey grin.
"Thanks again." I say to him as he realises his hold on the wheelchair.
"No problem Tavbro. Maybe we'll see eachother around. I just moved here. I go to Halethorpe High. I'm a Junior." Gamzee staes with another grin.
"Maybe we'll see eachother in school then." I say as I wave goodbye to Gamzee as he walks down the opposite sreet. I struggle (but succed) to open the door. I quietly roll inside.
"TAVROS! There you are. We're were you man? I've been gone all day." my older brother, Rufio, asks.
"Where I normally am every two months." I say.
"Oh god. Who brought I back? Normally me or dad have to come get you." Rufio asked with both consern and relief clear in his voice.
"A guy who just moved here stopped to help me. His name's Gamzee. He's a Junior abd will be going to my school." I tell my older brother.
"Well that's good. As long as you're okay and home then I guess eveything's okay." Rufio sighed in relief before abscoing to the kitchen.
I follow after him, but not before staring at the figure currently in my seat
"Hi. Dad."