Dangerous. Uncontrollable. Do not approach. These were the words that were plastered over the metal fence. Many heroic stories start with a protagonist, me in this case, and the protagonist is forced to go into danger to save the lives of others. I was about to jump over this fence to save a life, and that life was my own. The story starts on a Tuesday. There was nothing different about this day. I woke up to my parents arguing about the cereal. The sun was shining just like it did on Monday. I dressed in the usual jean and t-shirt combo, and I was ready for school. Many kids write that school is their own personal hell, but that wasn’t the case for me. I really enjoyed school. There was petty drama, stoner kids telling outrageous stories,
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A simple press of the DVD button, and each student was zoned out on the mobster movies. I don’t know how many times I had seen the godfather, but I was pretty sure I could play Al Pacino’s part. Anyways, back to the day that I jumped over the fence. Heroic stories often have this side-kick that helps the hero accomplish the goal. My side-kick was a very lonely boy around the age of ten. I am one year away from being eighteen, so this kid was very lonely. I was not some interesting person that went out to parties, drove across the country, or even moved from his living room couch. This kid was my neighbor, and one day I captured his attention when I was outside eating a bowl of cereal while my parents fought over the weather. After a long day of maneuvering through my fellow students I was out for the day. I was walking along the dirt covered sidewalk. Benny, the side-kick in this story, was walking behind me. This was how we got along. He would walk behind me, ask me questions, and I would reply with a short response. Both of us were terrified that someone from our schools would catch us talking to each …show more content…
Yeah, I didn’t say he was the best side-kick. He was just the only friend that I had in this life. It was my own fault for getting into this situation, and I had to think of a way out. There was screaming for my life, there was giving up, and there was the wall. The red sign glared at me, but so were the fists of rage about to pound into my scrawny body. I took off screaming, put one foot on the fence, and placed my hands on the tall fence. I hoisted myself to the top, using all of my strength. The guys were shouting at me to fall back into their arms, but I couldn’t. I was too far gone. It was as if I had some mental breakdown. As I stared out across the white suburban neighborhood, I realized everything was the same. Every morning I woke up to the sun shining, my parents fighting, and my only friend Benny. My life was one big redundant mess. I was not going back down to have some kids beat me up, and then become some nobody the rest of my life. I was going to be somebody, or I was going to die
A simple press of the DVD button, and each student was zoned out on the mobster movies. I don’t know how many times I had seen the godfather, but I was pretty sure I could play Al Pacino’s part. Anyways, back to the day that I jumped over the fence. Heroic stories often have this side-kick that helps the hero accomplish the goal. My side-kick was a very lonely boy around the age of ten. I am one year away from being eighteen, so this kid was very lonely. I was not some interesting person that went out to parties, drove across the country, or even moved from his living room couch. This kid was my neighbor, and one day I captured his attention when I was outside eating a bowl of cereal while my parents fought over the weather. After a long day of maneuvering through my fellow students I was out for the day. I was walking along the dirt covered sidewalk. Benny, the side-kick in this story, was walking behind me. This was how we got along. He would walk behind me, ask me questions, and I would reply with a short response. Both of us were terrified that someone from our schools would catch us talking to each …show more content…
Yeah, I didn’t say he was the best side-kick. He was just the only friend that I had in this life. It was my own fault for getting into this situation, and I had to think of a way out. There was screaming for my life, there was giving up, and there was the wall. The red sign glared at me, but so were the fists of rage about to pound into my scrawny body. I took off screaming, put one foot on the fence, and placed my hands on the tall fence. I hoisted myself to the top, using all of my strength. The guys were shouting at me to fall back into their arms, but I couldn’t. I was too far gone. It was as if I had some mental breakdown. As I stared out across the white suburban neighborhood, I realized everything was the same. Every morning I woke up to the sun shining, my parents fighting, and my only friend Benny. My life was one big redundant mess. I was not going back down to have some kids beat me up, and then become some nobody the rest of my life. I was going to be somebody, or I was going to die