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Troy was sent home at two thirty in the morning. Chad's parents were still nowhere to be found. Troy wasn't allowed to see Chad. The girls were probably worried sick about the both of them. And Troy had no idea what to do.
Troy walked home. Partly because he had no car and knew better then to wake his parents up at three o'clock in the morning, but mostly because he had to sort things out. He had to remember, and then try to forget again.
He could see, in his mind's eye, he (Troy) pushing Chad. It was just a light shove, the type you'd give to someone when you were fooling around.
But Chad had been caught off gone. He had fallen. Hard.
"A Freak Accident." Was how the young nurse at the hospital explained it. "It could have happened to anybody. Don't blame yourself."
But it didn't happen to just anybody. It had happened to Chad. Young, bright, happy-go-lucky Chad. His partner in basketball. The person who always covered for him in class whenever he was daydreaming about Gabriella. His best friend for as long as Troy could remember.
It started to rain about halfway home. Just like in the movies. Whenever the main character says, "It can't get any worse," it rains.
Troy was the main character. It couldn't get any worse. The rain had nothing to do with it. He had hit Rock Bottom.
No, he was below Rock Bottom. He was sinking deeper, getting lost inside himself. Consumed with worry and fear and guilt and anger.
It was a miracle he got into his room. A miracle that he made it to his bed.
It was a miracle he had remembered where he lived, or that he lived in a house at all. A miracle he had thoughts from before that night. From before that playful push in the lobby of the Movie Theater.
If God had spared all these miracles on him, why couldn't he spare just a tiny one on Chad?
Caught people off gaurd, many pushes have.
Okay Yoda, thanks for that great insight. Now would you help me out!
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