Friday, February 11, 2005
The First Story Ever
Most people already know this, and some people wonder why it was so, but I gave myself an alias in writing in my earliest experience: KID. Why? I was reading a comic and there was an index at the back that had a Kid something in it. I liked his style and the name was catchy so I imagined what kind of story this Kid can have and since he looked all electrified, I gave him the power of lightning which led to his name, Kid Thunder. Thunder? Lightning? yeah, but Thunder sounded more catchy. I made my first story with this character. So without further ado, this is Kid Thunder #1 of the New Age folder:
Kid Thunder #1
Hi, I'm Matt Thomerson. I'm in my third year here and my day was not getting better. Let me tell you what happened.
I woke up late that morning so I was in a rush to go to school. I remembered that I was transferred to a new class and none of my friends were going to be with me. So basically I had to make friends all over again. My old gang kind of split up along the road to 3rd year. I don't know why we split up, we always thought of ourselves as indestructible. Maybe it was fate? People say friends don't last forever. I don't want to think so. I said a lot of stuff to them that pissed them off. I wasn't exactly the nice guy then. I chose to leave and when I looked back, it wasn't really a friendship but a "safety in numbers" thing sort of a survival in high school concept. Anyway, back to my day.
I was already late. I was tired when I got to school. I was going to leave some stuff at my locker when BAM! My face was smeared into the corridor. That hurt. I kind of had a clue to who did it. It was Andre, Andre Augustin. He kind of just gave me a shove while he was passing by, just to know that he was keeping checks on me. Damn, I hate that guy. He was part of the old gang. He was basically the one everyone picked on. I don't know what happened then. I was the jerk then. I always kept coming at him, criticizing him whenever I had a chance. One day though, I went too far. He snapped I tell you. He erupted on me. I was caught by surprise, it was the first time he did that. I realized what I had done and I apologized but even though he said it was okay, things were never the same. He joined those people who were popular in the campus, he changed. I knew him more than anyone. He wasn't like that. Not like that at all.
As of that moment, my reputation was known. I was a nobody now. No peer group, no friends and assholes on my back.
By lunch time, I was getting a bite to eat when suddenly, someone grabbed me by the arms and turned me around and I was face to face with the man himself.
"What are you doing here?" Andre said.
"I'm just getting lunch"
"You know, people like you need to know respect. People like you make way when you see people like us".
I saw them. I took a good long look at them. He was with his usual gang of goons.
"It's a free country" I replied.
"Oh, you think that you can survive here?" and then, I was pushed back to the wall. "Let me tell you something, it's survival of the fittest here. You either live by the rules or you won't survive" and he walked away but before that, he turned his head towards me and gave me a smirk and said "You taught me that" and he was gone.
I stumbled to my feet and wiped off the blood from my nose. He was right. It is survival of the fittest. I was alone in a world where there is safety in numbers and yes, I did teach him that.
Finally, it was time to go home. I got my stuff and went out. I walked down the old road my old gang used to take. I missed them; Miles, Gi, Stein, Em even Andre. The thing is everyone had their own paths. Miles was transferred to another school. Gi was promoted to the higher learning curve. Stein was in a home study program and Em? I really don't know. He was always very private. As for Andre, well, I told you already. I went back to the old hangouts we went to. The basketball court, the diner, the network place and the old house we all hung out in. I had a lot of fun back then but there was something missing. It was like a routine. I guess I needed more action after all, this is high school.
It started to rain when I was about 3 blocks away from home when all of a sudden, an arm grabbed me and I was thrown into an alley.
"I told you, live by the rules or you won't survive." That voice!
Andre!
I opened my eyes and I was surrounded by Andre and his goons. At a snap of his fingers, they picked me up against a brick wall. "Who will come to save you now, 'T-MAT'?" and he punched me in the gut. I felt a whirl of pain in me. It made me want to puke. Then, they dropped me to the cold wet floor. They started kicking me on all sides. I managed to get a look at Andre's face, the face he made that day will haunt me for the rest of my life. He was smiling. He was smiling because he was hurting me. I took all of their insults and all of their kicks, it didn't matter anymore. I brought this upon myself. I made him what he was.
The kicking stopped and I was bleeding badly. I almost passed out. I heard them shout, "Get that drum over here!"
Huh? What are they going to do? I felt a hand picked my head up and I was face to face with Andre.
"You know, I thought of you as nothing but street trash so now, you're going home as one" and in that instant his goons picked up my limp body and dunked me into a drum filled with gunk.
Then just to add to my day, they rolled the drum down the street. It was a rough road. There were bumps everywhere also count the fact that I was in drum full of icky gunk. The ride stopped abruptly as I had hit a fire hydrant. I had no more strength in me. Status report: I was bleeding, wet, full of gunk, no money, lost and to top it all of, it's just the first day!
I crawled from the drum and I tried to limp towards a house or a police station but I can't anymore. I wanted to die right then and there. I was alone. Survival of the fittest, he said. Amen to that. I remembered he called me T-MAT, (that's my nickname by the way.) that was certainly a walk down memory lane. No one has called me that for a long time.
As I limped down the street, I thought "Damn! So many things had gone wrong in a day." So much of my regrets have caught up to me today. What if I didn't turn my back on the gang? What if I wasn't such a jerk to Andre? What if I just learned to know my place? I was woozy now. Can't go on. What time was it? Who cares, I won't make it. I heard the claps of thunder above me. Great. I tried to find cover as fast as I could. Hard to do when your leg has been busted up.
As I was running, a flash of white light caught up to me and I felt a surge of electricity go through my veins. I heard buzzes and crackles around me. Sparks from my fingertips, ringing in my ears, electricity in my body. I can't believe it! I was hit by lightning! Then, I blacked out.
I saw it again in a dream. The smile. That smile of Andre's. I could not figure it out. I did it. It was me. It was all my fault. Damn. I think it would be better for me to just die here. I remembered every insult I said. I wish I could take it back but who can?
I woke up, surprised to see myself alive. I looked around. I was in a white hospital room with diagnostic things all over me. I was too tired to even move. I tried to rest but then, the diagnostic machine goes haywire. The wavelengths go crazy. For a minute, I was afraid but then I couldn't scream, I thought that was it. Suddenly, I felt the same surge run through me last night and then next thing I knew, the diagnostic machine was fried. For about a good 3 minutes, I just stared at it. I was unable to comprehend what happened. Review: On the first day, I was beaten up, dunked in a drum of goo, walked down a street when a thunderstorm shows up, then a white flash and blacked out. I kinda chuckled a little. What a day. I rested my head on the pillow and thought "What happened?"
END OF KID THUNDER CHAPTER 1
God-awful hahaha. I tried to use the Animorph style of writing, using first-person and all but it didn't work haha. Plus the plots and cheesy lines were there cuz I envisioned that he would be my superhero alter-ego hence the mentioning of Tmat which is REALLY something people call me.
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