Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again.
Teacher gets annoyed.
Peter shivered. He was still freezing, in his anger he had grabbed light blazer instead of coat. His hair was still wet, and he swore he could feel ice crystals forming on his scalp. He ground his teeth in frustration, why couldn't the old windbags put aside their principles and be happy for him. He was going to Osborne Academy, he wasn't going to have to work the assembly line. He was going to get out, he was going places!
He was going to be a lawyer, or a doctor; he was going to be able to give his kids warm water everyday! Was not wanting have to go on rent strike for basic repairs from a slumlord so wrong! They acted like wanting nice things made him a class traitor, when every person on the block wanted out! Any other family would be thrilled, but he had to be a red diaper baby.
They didn't care that it was his first day, when they heard about the water being out they worried about Mrs Perkis instead of him! He hated them. He hated the fucking struggle, the horrible selfish cause that had taken his mother and father from him. Why couldn't they just be good Americans and get out of poverty, instead of relishing in it as if being poor made them righteous! No, it just made them cold and wet!
Fine, they could be cold and wet and principled. He was going to be warm and comfortable, and he wasn't abandoning his people! He was a role model, he was blazing a trail for other smart kids out of the tenements.
He was so caught up in his private fuming that he almost missed his stop! He had to jump of the bus and run to the door, slipping through the doors and having to pull his back pack threw as the bus started to drive away! When he finally wrenched the bag out of the bus doors it hit him in the chest with like a ton of bricks, knocking him onto the curb.
He jumped up and looked around to see if anyone had seen his fall, thankfully the street was mostly deserted. Once he was sure no one had witnessed his little adventure, he reached into his back pocket and took out the paper on which he had written the directions:
Head up three blocks to 15th street
Take subway number five to Wall Street and 27th
He shoved the paper back into his pocket and ran down the street, making it to the subway in five minutes flat. He ran down the stairs, and vaulted over the barrier.
"Now hold it right there, young man!" came a voice from behind him
Peter's entire body tightened, as he stopped and turned around. On the other side of the barrier was a cop, with a truncheon in his hand.
"You talk'n to me?" Peter asked, edging backwards, if he was getting a beating he was gonna make'em work for it. The cop stopped, his stupid face scrunched up. He was clearly trying to decide if it was worth it the effort this early. Peter decided to make up his mind for him "What's the problem officer, wondering if you can make that jump. I doubt, your gut would get in they way. You'r quite the porker aren't you, pig?"
"You think you're clever kid, well why don't you get over here and say it to my face, potato eater!"
"But officer, if I say it to your face you'll kick my ass." Peter said with false innocence "Anyway, I'm not much of a potato fan, unless their in latkes. I believe you meant to say kike or Hebe, as those would be the appropriate insults for a Christ killer like me."
"That's it punk, you're dead. We'll see how smart you are when your jaws wired shut."
The cop walked over to the maitenance entrance and began fumbling with his keys. Peter walked to the edge of the platform, and jumped into the subway as it pulled in.
"See you officer fatass, it's been real!" Peter called as the doors shut.
Flush with victory, he turned to survey the rest of the train car. He was sharing his commute with a bunch of men in suits, who all looked away from him.
"Say something you bourgie fucks!" Peter muttered as he took an unoccupied seat. The men to either side of him got up, Peter spread out and put his backpack on the vacated seat. He laughed, as he put on his headphones again. Sometimes being a Jewish kid from the tenements wasn't all bad.
But when she turns her back on the boy,
He creeps up from behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
OOC: Please review! LMK how Im doing, if I suck dont hold back. This is my first time writing for an audience of strangers, please let me know how badly i'm failing