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Ch. 4:Dangerous? Crazy? Sarcastic? Absolutely.

I was homeschooled for most of my years as a student, I went to public school as a freshmen. A week before school, I lost my right arm to a truck. Yea, it ran my arm over. But I got a prosthetic one. It had pointed fingers and weighed about 10 lb., so it was all cool. Even though I was a real friendly guy, having 25+ sets of eyes on you is intimidating no matter what. So I was instantly labeled the quiet-nerdy kid. Obviously, I got picked on a lot. For the most part, it didn't bother me, they simply didn't know me. But one day, it all changed.

"Hey noob!", yelled the school bully. His name was Jessie or something. In a short description, he may as well been the devil: studded lips, tattoos, smokes, drugs, beating up kids, and hitting on the girls as if they were whores. Quite frankly, I hated him, a lot. It was today, that he got his well needed medicine.

"Hello.", I replied back. I'm an open book, I was never built to hide emotion. So when he saw my distaste written all over my face, he just snorted and shoved me out of the way. Despite this, I simply moved back to where I was standing. Then it started.

Jessie walked up to a groups of girls, who were deep in conversation. In the group was the popular girl, who everyone adored. She treated just about everyone kindly, was on the cheerleading team, and was very attractive. Wait, let me reword that: and she was very pretty. Yea, there we go.

Jessie walked up to the group, and began flirting horribly. And to make matters worse, he did it loudly. Obviously, he got brushed off, but then he did it. He reached and grabbed the popular girl's chest, A gasp was heard throughout the crowd of people in the hall. Then he broke the last thing keeping me in place:

"You like that, hu? Come with me, I'll take real good care of you."

Poor, poor Jessie. I knew he was testing me, but I don't think he was counting on me to do something about it. I broke. I grabbed the door on my locker, and ripped it off. Now, I wasn't a really built kid, but when you're juiced up on adrenaline, you tend to do stuff like that. Picking it up, I used my fake arm, and rolled it into a cylinder. By now, I was half mad, I was slightly giggling and had a small smile on my face. My wide eyes bore into the back of that whore maker. Then, without warning I lunged at him.

The soft metallic thud of me hitting him in the stomach rang in the now quiet hall; Jessie was on the ground puking with me standing over him. The sound was so nice, I demanded more. As I neared him, his pals began to go at me. Poor, poor pals. They thought I was trying to to the brave thing, how wrong they were. The only thing on my mind was no surviving attackers.

Changing direction, I swung my makeshift bat, and hit one of them in the head. Instantly, he fell down. Another grabbed my left arm, and I buried my 10 pound fist in his chest. You could hear the ribs breaking. There was only one left, and he was charging me. Quickly ducking down, I went by him, and bring the piece of metal down on his back. By now, Jessie had recovered, Warily looking at me.

"Tell you what, nobody. Walk away and let me have my prize, and we can forget this ever happened."

I turned to face him. My nerves were burned, but the way he said 'prize' just fired me back up.

Giggling, I said,"Jessie, tell me what a climax of a situations is."

"Why would you ask me such a stupid question? Lets go, Mandy. Prommis I'll be gentle." He finished with a grin. That was it.

Slowly walking towards him, I said loud and slowly so that everyone could understand me. "Jessie, a climax is when you reach a final decision, and theres no going back." I got closer, and he backed away more. Mandy's group of friends pulled off to the side.

Jessie squeaked,"Just wait man, we can figure this out." He began to back up, but everyone behind him formed a wall

"Jessie, you're past the climax of your actions. Look at your conclusion, Jessie Your guards are down, everyone is against you. Jessie, you are all alone. Your drug buddies are gone, and your choice to make friends has gone out the window. Reap the reward of your actions."

I walked up to him, and stared him in the eyes. My eyes weren't filled with madness anymore, just calm collectiveness.

"Before I finish what I started, I just want to say, I'm sorry you grew up with such a crappy life. Your parents taught you you could get away with anything. But the world says otherwise." And with that, I hit him in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. It was over. The kid that almost everyone picked on just beat down drugged up adults and the bully. It was well past the next classes that should have started, but it didn't matter anymore. The teachers saw it all, dropped jaws and all.

A student began to clap, then another joined in. Suddenly, the hall was filled with clapping and cheering. I dropped the bent piece of metal, it was not necessary anymore. I walked up to Mandy's group. they were calming her down, she had obviously been in tears.

"Are you ok?" I asked. One of her friends that was the protector of of the group walked up to me and got in my face.

"Get the hell away! Can't you see she needs space?! Leave!"

She Tried to give me a threatening look, but she only saw herself in my emotionless eyes.

"What that supposed to scare me? Sorry, but I'm dead right now."

"what's that suppose to mean, hu!"

"sheryl, stop." Mandy had intervened,and had struggled from her protective friends. "Stop treating him like that. he only wants to help.

"But, hes a boy! he only did that to get in your pants! He-" Sheryl didn't finish, Mandy was giving her a hard look.

"Yea, I'm ok, thank you for stopping him." She said quietly.

"Mh, ok."

Getting on my phone, I dialed my dad, "Hey dad, could you pick me up, some stuff happened at school and I need to go home. Thank you. Also, once you get here, could you call some cops and a couple of ambulances, the buys that I beat up are going to need it. Yea, it was them. Thanks."

Hanging up, I began to walk away, when I Heard Mandy call me.

"Hey Alex!"

I turned around,"Yea?"

"Thank you.", she said, giving me a small smile. I replied with a warm smile, which made her blush. She reminded me so much of my mom.

So how was that? Yep, my think pan was on a roll today. Speaking of think pan, did you know you can stop it from rusting if you review? It makes me happy, and that gives me the confidence to write more. Also, I am posting a poll, so check out my personal page whatever thingy. Thank you for viewing!

~Spy of Influence