The Otherness in Me
Fights, brawls, a disagreement, you name it, I have probably done it. Not because I liked it, but people saw me and they thought they had to prove themselves. I find myself to be a pacifist but my body and face disagree with me. My eyes, with a empty gaze like knife’s, can be intimidating sometimes and my body now is bigger than others, which bring larger problems. I’m in a good neighborhood, surrounded by bad neighborhoods. Want-to-be’s thugs and gang members with pride’s bigger than the empire state building, saw me and engaged in combat. I was taller than other people around my age and had a little build, with a broad chest and a little bit of a belly. Lengthy arm and elongated legs goes perfect with my long torso. …show more content…
The smaller one approach me slowly as the others follow. I took a step or two back, but still came closer, as the cold sweet came back. Him in my face, everything quiet, he tells me in a firm tone “You got a problem?” He lightly taps me lightly with both hands, looks back at the girl, who’s still standing there, He gives off a slight laugh. “You want to be the hero?” I did want to do something but I was to shy to do anything, and now I’m in the middle of this mess. With my eyes, still with that empty glare, it seems to just fills him with anger. He pushes me, “You think you’re bad.” I’m shaking my head, “No, I’m not.” I reply. He pushed me again, knocking me to the floor. His friends laughed at me and rage started to bubble inside me.”So, you’re not going fight back?” he remarked. I quickly stood up and he laughed until he looked into my eyes. He saw something, something …show more content…
“ You going to do something or what?” His friends mocking breaking the silence. He seems to be outraged, and he proved it by taking his fist to my face, knocking me to the floor again. People around gasp at that action, the group of friends dying laughing, and me, their on the floor, with a feeling I have never felt before. I got back up, the groups laughter died out, and all eyes were on me while I towered over the one who brought me pain to my cheek. Even though his face shown no fear, his eyes said it all. He was surprised to see me up and with no expression on my face. He lashed out with his fist for another punch and made contact but my face and body did not move. I lift my hand to his wrist (with his fist is still planted on my face) to grab a hold it. He jolted back before I could take hold of his wrist. Now he seem to be anxious. I can see sweat on his
Fights, brawls, a disagreement, you name it, I have probably done it. Not because I liked it, but people saw me and they thought they had to prove themselves. I find myself to be a pacifist but my body and face disagree with me. My eyes, with a empty gaze like knife’s, can be intimidating sometimes and my body now is bigger than others, which bring larger problems. I’m in a good neighborhood, surrounded by bad neighborhoods. Want-to-be’s thugs and gang members with pride’s bigger than the empire state building, saw me and engaged in combat. I was taller than other people around my age and had a little build, with a broad chest and a little bit of a belly. Lengthy arm and elongated legs goes perfect with my long torso. …show more content…
The smaller one approach me slowly as the others follow. I took a step or two back, but still came closer, as the cold sweet came back. Him in my face, everything quiet, he tells me in a firm tone “You got a problem?” He lightly taps me lightly with both hands, looks back at the girl, who’s still standing there, He gives off a slight laugh. “You want to be the hero?” I did want to do something but I was to shy to do anything, and now I’m in the middle of this mess. With my eyes, still with that empty glare, it seems to just fills him with anger. He pushes me, “You think you’re bad.” I’m shaking my head, “No, I’m not.” I reply. He pushed me again, knocking me to the floor. His friends laughed at me and rage started to bubble inside me.”So, you’re not going fight back?” he remarked. I quickly stood up and he laughed until he looked into my eyes. He saw something, something …show more content…
“ You going to do something or what?” His friends mocking breaking the silence. He seems to be outraged, and he proved it by taking his fist to my face, knocking me to the floor again. People around gasp at that action, the group of friends dying laughing, and me, their on the floor, with a feeling I have never felt before. I got back up, the groups laughter died out, and all eyes were on me while I towered over the one who brought me pain to my cheek. Even though his face shown no fear, his eyes said it all. He was surprised to see me up and with no expression on my face. He lashed out with his fist for another punch and made contact but my face and body did not move. I lift my hand to his wrist (with his fist is still planted on my face) to grab a hold it. He jolted back before I could take hold of his wrist. Now he seem to be anxious. I can see sweat on his