Opposite Averages
Aug 12, 2009 9:39:38 GMT -8
Post by Kage Tenma on Aug 12, 2009 9:39:38 GMT -8
Opposite -Averages
Prologue
It was just another normal day for the normal boy known as David King. That was until he was called over behind the shop class by three of his fellow seniors. He followed with a roll of his eyes, being as it was lunch and he kickin' back with his buds. He saw them standing in the shade of the building. “What do you guys want?” he asked in a bored tone. The three guys were one's he knew, but not well enough to be asked to go random places at lunch really. He couldn't help but think that these guys were the 'Eddie Haskell' kind of boys. They acted alright in front of the staff, but behind the scenes they were a bunch of jerks. He sighed, waiting for their answers.
One of the three leaned forward, David was pretty sure that his name was Micheal, and moved his hand around to show he was holding a joint in between his forefinger and thumb. “You seem like the kinda guy who would have enough money to actually pay us for this good ass weed. So, do you want some? It's really good man, it'll knock you socks off.”
David rolled his eyes again and said through clenched teeth, “Sorry, but just because I hang with stoners, and I know stoners, and hell I may even dress somewhat like a stoner, does not mean I AM A STONER!!” his voice grew louder with each syllable, anger trembling within them. He advanced and smacked the joint out of the Micheal's hand. He watched it as though in slow motion. It flew through an open window straight into the shop, where it landed on a barrel of sawdust. It came ablaze near a filter bag which also caught aflame. Micheal and Co. made like a bat outta hell and ran.
David, not being able to just allow the school to catch fire jumped through the window and looked around for an extinguisher. The flames had already surrounded it. He looked around for another way to put out the flames. He found none and the flames spread towards the auto shop right next to it. There it lit multiple gas tanks on fire and there was an explosion that sent David out of the window, glass shattering around him. He looked at the building just as the Micheal and his friends came back accompanied by staff. They glared down accusingly at David. He looked up with a shocked look on his face.
He was taken away by the staff to an area a bit away from the flames. They accused, they shouted, hell even the principal, who was normally a very calm collected woman, shrieked her suspicions and anger at David. Soon afterwards though, he was taken away by the police for suspicion of drug possession, and arson. He tried to deny it, but being as he was the last to posses the drug and because it was lit, some of the smoke was on his clothes and such. His parents, Dave and Kathie King, picked him up after about an hour. His dad was much to angry to talk, and his stepmom, well let's just say she was sobbing to hard to be understandable.
After a stoney drive home all David wanted to do was get into the shower and then go to his room, the one place he could have peace since lunch. But he wasn't allowed to yet. His father wanted a word with him. David's dad was only his father when he was angry, and boy today he was David's FATHER. When he got down to the den after dropping his bag and stuff in his room he came down extremely tired, and then the yelling began.
“HOW DARE YOU LIGHT FIRE TO YOUR OWN SCHOOL? HOW COULD YOU START SMOKING CRACK!?! YOU SAW WHAT IT DID TO YOUR BROTHERS. YOU'VE SEEEN HOW IT MESSED UP THEIR LIVES!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS OF YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THAT!!! DO YOU WANT TO GO LIVE WITH YOUR MOM?!? YOU CAN GO MESS UP YOUR LIFE THERE!!!”
Finally David responded. He usually sat by while being yelled at, he learned a long time ago to hold his tongue. This though he couldn't ignore, “I'd rather live out of the country than live with my mom.” he responded sullenly. Finally his own tempermant came out, which is a very odd thing, “But I didn't do any of it. I got asked by these three guys to smoke weed. I smacked it out of their hands! I didn't want to do it, and I didn't! Why won't anyone listen to me!?”
Dave sneered, “You think anyone is going to believe you Boy? You have a history of lying while the three boys you speak of have a clean record! You know I like your idea though, I don't want to be in the same country with you either! Maybe we could move you out!”
David, sincerely hurt by this looked away. He didn't have tears in his eyes, he had lost the ability to cry a couple of years ago, but still he didn't want his father to see the hurt in his eyes. He finally said, in a chocked up voice, “Fine, send me out of the country, I don't want to stay where people wrongly accuse me.”
It was that night that they decided that David was going to be sent away. Dave called his mother, who was a woman straight out of Japan and asked her if she could get into contact with some family over there. David was going to go live in Japan and it would be best if it were with family.
It took months to get it all together, being as David had to transfer schools to another country, but that was okay, being as he was soon expelled so he had all the time in the world, and he couldn't leave until his trial was over. Being as it was only the shop and NJROTC rooms that got damaged and not the rest of the school, David was not going to be sent to jail. He awaited for the day when he left.
There were wet goodbyes from his little sister, who was only six years old, his stepmom, his step-grandma, his real mom, and his mother's sister, his Auntie Nina, all of whom had come to say goodbye. One of his older brothers, his dad, and his little cousin were also there, but they were not crying, because they were men. The other guys looked sad though, but Dave's face was inscrutable.
“I'll miss you all, yeah even you Dad, even if we haven't been the best of buds these last few months. I'm sorry I've hurt you all so much, but maybe, by the time I've come back, the truth will be out, or everybody would have forgotten by then. I love you all, and I wish you the best of luck...” He sniffed, as though he was crying, but no tears left his eyes. He got on the plane with his head held high, not looking back, knowing he'd miss everyone, but he had always been good at hiding his feelings, even from himself.
Prologue
It was just another normal day for the normal boy known as David King. That was until he was called over behind the shop class by three of his fellow seniors. He followed with a roll of his eyes, being as it was lunch and he kickin' back with his buds. He saw them standing in the shade of the building. “What do you guys want?” he asked in a bored tone. The three guys were one's he knew, but not well enough to be asked to go random places at lunch really. He couldn't help but think that these guys were the 'Eddie Haskell' kind of boys. They acted alright in front of the staff, but behind the scenes they were a bunch of jerks. He sighed, waiting for their answers.
One of the three leaned forward, David was pretty sure that his name was Micheal, and moved his hand around to show he was holding a joint in between his forefinger and thumb. “You seem like the kinda guy who would have enough money to actually pay us for this good ass weed. So, do you want some? It's really good man, it'll knock you socks off.”
David rolled his eyes again and said through clenched teeth, “Sorry, but just because I hang with stoners, and I know stoners, and hell I may even dress somewhat like a stoner, does not mean I AM A STONER!!” his voice grew louder with each syllable, anger trembling within them. He advanced and smacked the joint out of the Micheal's hand. He watched it as though in slow motion. It flew through an open window straight into the shop, where it landed on a barrel of sawdust. It came ablaze near a filter bag which also caught aflame. Micheal and Co. made like a bat outta hell and ran.
David, not being able to just allow the school to catch fire jumped through the window and looked around for an extinguisher. The flames had already surrounded it. He looked around for another way to put out the flames. He found none and the flames spread towards the auto shop right next to it. There it lit multiple gas tanks on fire and there was an explosion that sent David out of the window, glass shattering around him. He looked at the building just as the Micheal and his friends came back accompanied by staff. They glared down accusingly at David. He looked up with a shocked look on his face.
He was taken away by the staff to an area a bit away from the flames. They accused, they shouted, hell even the principal, who was normally a very calm collected woman, shrieked her suspicions and anger at David. Soon afterwards though, he was taken away by the police for suspicion of drug possession, and arson. He tried to deny it, but being as he was the last to posses the drug and because it was lit, some of the smoke was on his clothes and such. His parents, Dave and Kathie King, picked him up after about an hour. His dad was much to angry to talk, and his stepmom, well let's just say she was sobbing to hard to be understandable.
After a stoney drive home all David wanted to do was get into the shower and then go to his room, the one place he could have peace since lunch. But he wasn't allowed to yet. His father wanted a word with him. David's dad was only his father when he was angry, and boy today he was David's FATHER. When he got down to the den after dropping his bag and stuff in his room he came down extremely tired, and then the yelling began.
“HOW DARE YOU LIGHT FIRE TO YOUR OWN SCHOOL? HOW COULD YOU START SMOKING CRACK!?! YOU SAW WHAT IT DID TO YOUR BROTHERS. YOU'VE SEEEN HOW IT MESSED UP THEIR LIVES!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS OF YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THAT!!! DO YOU WANT TO GO LIVE WITH YOUR MOM?!? YOU CAN GO MESS UP YOUR LIFE THERE!!!”
Finally David responded. He usually sat by while being yelled at, he learned a long time ago to hold his tongue. This though he couldn't ignore, “I'd rather live out of the country than live with my mom.” he responded sullenly. Finally his own tempermant came out, which is a very odd thing, “But I didn't do any of it. I got asked by these three guys to smoke weed. I smacked it out of their hands! I didn't want to do it, and I didn't! Why won't anyone listen to me!?”
Dave sneered, “You think anyone is going to believe you Boy? You have a history of lying while the three boys you speak of have a clean record! You know I like your idea though, I don't want to be in the same country with you either! Maybe we could move you out!”
David, sincerely hurt by this looked away. He didn't have tears in his eyes, he had lost the ability to cry a couple of years ago, but still he didn't want his father to see the hurt in his eyes. He finally said, in a chocked up voice, “Fine, send me out of the country, I don't want to stay where people wrongly accuse me.”
It was that night that they decided that David was going to be sent away. Dave called his mother, who was a woman straight out of Japan and asked her if she could get into contact with some family over there. David was going to go live in Japan and it would be best if it were with family.
It took months to get it all together, being as David had to transfer schools to another country, but that was okay, being as he was soon expelled so he had all the time in the world, and he couldn't leave until his trial was over. Being as it was only the shop and NJROTC rooms that got damaged and not the rest of the school, David was not going to be sent to jail. He awaited for the day when he left.
There were wet goodbyes from his little sister, who was only six years old, his stepmom, his step-grandma, his real mom, and his mother's sister, his Auntie Nina, all of whom had come to say goodbye. One of his older brothers, his dad, and his little cousin were also there, but they were not crying, because they were men. The other guys looked sad though, but Dave's face was inscrutable.
“I'll miss you all, yeah even you Dad, even if we haven't been the best of buds these last few months. I'm sorry I've hurt you all so much, but maybe, by the time I've come back, the truth will be out, or everybody would have forgotten by then. I love you all, and I wish you the best of luck...” He sniffed, as though he was crying, but no tears left his eyes. He got on the plane with his head held high, not looking back, knowing he'd miss everyone, but he had always been good at hiding his feelings, even from himself.
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