A/N: I lean to the background people and their stories. Until I get them out of my system, I probably won't tackle any longer formats. This is Big Mike and his words. Thanks to captainkodak1 and his "I Am... "series. I hope he/she? doesn't mind if I take the idea and run with it.
Portrait of Big Mike
Hi, I'm Micheal Roth, but everyone calls me Big Mike. I'm in detention hall again, but it wasn't my fault... again. Things just happen to me. I am... quite large. I stand 6' 10" tall and weight 330 pounds. Wow, you say. He should be on the football squad, or playing basketball. Well... no I ain't. I may be big and strong, but I'm also uncoordinated. (A word "They" told me.) I'm also a little slow. Not that I'm stupid or anythin'. It just takes me a little longer to understand what's going on. My parents thought I might be remedial, but the school doctors say that ain't so either. I just take longer to com-pre-hend, yeah, that's the word, comprehend things.
I get in trouble a lot, though. Like now. See, the kids make fun of me and I get a little mad. When I get mad, things happen. Not bad things to people. I would NEVER hurt anyone. I wouldn't hurt a fly! (That's why I don't like football.) But my anger gets directed to other things. They know that and that's why they think it's O.K. to upset me. I won't hit them but I go for, like lockers and walls. And then today, when a couple of goofs were calling me names, I kinda left the building before I stopped to think. I guess the exit door got a little damaged when I opened it a little too quick.
So here I am in detention hall with my friend Vinny. He's in for makin' a big disturbance in the halls when he took on the guys that upset me. I like Vinny, he always got my back when sometin' like this happens. But, it gets him in trouble, which is bad. See, I get it. Those idiots try to get a rise out of me, just to see what I'll do, and they know if I get upset, Vinny will help me. Then we both get in trouble.
The doctors here at school, they'd been trying to help us. They'd been helping Vinny with his short temper. And me... well, They'd been tryin' to get me to look at things differently. Instead of busting lockers or runnin' away, they want me to face the guys and speak up. Tell 'em that I know what they're tryin' to do and it won't work. Kim Possible, the head cheerleader, she has an idea. She wants me to write some stuff on the back of all my notebooks. Like, "I knows what you're trying to do and it won't work." Then she says I should just smile and walk away. It sounds alright! I'm gonna try it the next time someone starts in on me. It just might work. I like Kim Possible, even though she ain't a regular here in detention. She helps people. She helps me.
I'm just glad I could help her so she didn't get her nose blow'd off. I like sparkles.