Thrown into the locker by Garrison-Harris Brook, the local bully, I had felt a thirst for something I never wanted on my hands. My eyes clouded with rage and as I got up, my hands balled into fists. GHB, as the rest of the school called him, didn’t know what was going to happen until my fist connected with his face sending him flying to the other side of the hallway. As satisfaction surged through my body, I had started to realize the consequences of my actions. Blood dripped from my hand and GHB’s lackeys looked murderous as they turned in my direction after seeing their fallen friend. Now, while I had momentum on my side, I wasn’t dumb. Trying to take on two football twins, even without a dark mood, would end badly for me so I took the next best option. I ran. When I look back on it, it was …show more content…
Raising my hand to ring the doorbell, I wondered how much Fortune must hate me. Mrs. Brook opened the door and invited me in to see Gill-Howard, my best friend and GHB’s younger brother, who didn’t know how his brother treated me. Sometimes I wished I could be as clueless as he was but Fortune never seems to be in the mood. Gill, as I liked to call him, was shocked to see the blood on my hands but saw the look in my eyes and nodded for me to head to the bathroom to wash off. As I headed off, I just hoped that GHB wouldn’t come home at this exact instant and tell a distorted version of the story of how I hit him making me the aggressor. Just my luck though, and GHB had come into the house saying how he got hurt in school by some sophomore. Fortune was on my side that instant though when GHB told his mom he would be at the gym to relieve