Surly a Gods Joke
As I grew up in Brixton, London the ghetto culture pretty much shaped and structured my life. Because of these experiences I had a vicious and violent temper which I could not control once I got started. What I did not know at the time was that my temper would be the cause of a young mans death. That dark period in my life will be engraved in my memory forever. It all started on the 16th of February 2010 when …. “You are the dumbest boy I have ever come across” the boy taunted as he followed me into the lunch hall.
Kids crowded us on all sides; his voice rose above the din and clanking of cutlery. I thought to my self if id just ignore him may be he’d shut up and go away. I turned around and started walking through the crowd in suspense hoping that every one would stop thinking that there would be a fight and go about their business. But he just kept on firing barrages of insults at me. Malcolm was about a year older than me. He is taller and looks well built for his age. He has black long hair and brown eyes, and he is always clenching his fists looking for trouble.
I also herd that he used to attend boxing classes. Anyways after a minuet or so I turned around staring him in his eyes. The hall went silent. “Listen I don’t want any trouble” I made sure I said it in a deep firm voice so nobody would think I was afraid or something, but truly I was wetting my pants for if it were anyone else I would have reacted a long time ago. “Well then trouble is looking for you” he shouted braving heavily in my face. I steeped back muttering under my breath “you need a breath mint”. The Kids started giggling and crackling and saying, are you going to take that.
This obviously made Malcolm mad and embarrassed. I recently moved school to John Loughborough because I had been permanently expelled from my previous school. I promised myself and my mother that I would try not to get expelled again. I also did not know any one here and did not want to make my self look stupid or something. Malcolm edged forward and pushed me with all his might. I staggered across the chairs landing on a boy’s lunch. As I looked at the trail of red chairs I left scattered across the floor I lifted my head.
Every body in the lunch hall was staring at me as if their eyes were glued on me. For a second the room went dead silent. Then Malcolm and the other kids started laughing in my face but I could not hear them. All I could hear was my hart beat echoing in my ears. My palms started producing sweaty. I was hot. I felt this intense ball of anger burning above my stomach. I could fell it spreading across my arms, legs and back, then. In a split second my temper flared; I forgot all about the kids mingling in the background.
I got up and swung with all the force, with all the anger, with all my might at him. The blow slammed into his temple causing him to totter to the ground. Blood seeped through his nose and mouth. As he lay there motions less I felt scared as if a piece of me was taken away. I mean it was not my fault, he started it. I stud there petrified, my whole body went numb and cold, my legs felt like they were ready to give way, I didn’t know what to do, I was trapped in a temporary black out in my mind which was soon broken by the distant sirens of the ambulance.
Not long the ambulance came rushing into the school with paramedics rushing all over him doing all kinds off stuff to him. At this time I new I was in hot water. I just looked on as they carried him away into the ambulance on a stretcher and drove off. The Sirens were not on this was never a good sign. I was immediately suspended without any questions or a chance to speak. I was sent home where my mother and police were awaiting me to investigate the matter further. I purposely took the long rout home walking as slow as I could.
A journey which normally takes me 10min to reach home was done in 30 min. as I stood in front of my house door I said a quick prayer to the Gods “God if you are up there please help me I know that I have a bad temper and today I may have permanently damaged some one but I pray to you today please do something to get me out off this mess amen! I opened my eyes; my heart was beating faster and faster. I stretched out my hand. My hole body was hot I could not hear anything but the shushing flow of blood through my arteries. I took out my keys. Opened the door, Then….
Then. I woke up. I was in bed, I quickly scattered over the bed fumbling with the quilt. I tooled at the time and date of my alarm clock it side 3: 34 am, 16th February 2010 It was all just a crazy dream. What a nightmare. I felt so relieved. So joyful, The Gods in the heaven had turned back time for me. I quickly said a quick thank you to God then I remembered something, Wait minuets I don’t have a bad temper nor did I live in London. All these were just figments of my imagination. Wow how powerful dreams can be. Surly a Gods joke, well now I can sleep in peace.