Being Scarred
This is about a boy named Christopher Andrew Leon Cendaketh.
I use to be a teenage boy, a senior, who didn't have a care. I got all the girls, I got all the grades, everyone liked me, and I was a football star, the quarterback. My life was perfect and nobody could ruin it. But That Day changed my life forever. Some of the Scarred say it's for the better, some say it's for the worse, some couldn't stand it and their body rejected the Scar, neither so did their minds; they died a painful death.
That Day was on April 20, 2011. I was getting ready for my graduation just like everyone else. I was at school when I got Scarred. I remember That Day perfectly, just like everyone else can who's like me. That Day is the day I got Scarred.
It was between fifth and sixth period, and I was getting my Social Studies textbook from out of my locker. I had my earphones on and I was listening to Blackout by Breathe Carolina. I slammed my locker shut and I was smiling like an idiot for some reason. I actually had a perfectly good reason, I just hooked up with the hottest girl in school, Kay, or Kayla. I had my Social Studies book to my side and I was walking down the hall with six minutes to spare.
An older guy bumped into me; I stopped and so did the man. I mumbled a sorry. The man was still looking at me. He had a black robe on with a hoodie over his head. The robe hung all the way down to his ankles. His shoes were completely black, too.
What's with this guy? I thought to myself.
A group of the football players walked by and saw the guy. They instantly started laughing. A guy named Trevor in the group laughed and pointed, "What's with the outfit?
The guy in the robe turned around to look at Trevor. Trevor smiled, taunting him like he did everyone. The guy in the robe sprinted over, not just sprinted but he was a blur when he ran, and then he punched Trevor in the jaw. Trevor's jaw gave out a crack and Trevor screamed out in pain. He immediately put his hand up to his bloody jaw and tears streamed down his cheaks. The guy in the robe punuched Trevor in the gut. Trevor sank down to his knees and cried and moaned. Boys in the goup scattered out.
My temper flared, Trevor was on the football team, he was also a very good friend of mine. I ran towards the guy and tried to punch his straight in the middle of his face. He caught my hand in his. He twisted my wrist and I just clenched my teeth together, I woud not scream, I would not cry, I wouldn't give in. The head in that hood turned towards me. Twisting more I finally got down on one knee. He laughed, his laugh was an empty laugh. He spoke then, "What is your name boy?" His voice was empty. Hollow.
Teeth still gritted I said, "Chris."
Twisting my wrist even more like he was punishing me for doing something wrong he said, more fiercely, "Your real name, boy! And don't just give me that first name crap! Your full name, boy, your full name!"
Ungritting my teeth I yelled, "Christopher Andrew Leon Cendaketh!"
The man in the robe let go of my wrist and touched his other palm to my forhead, "You are now Scarred, young Christopher Andrew Leon Cendaketh." He emphasized my lasst name and then he bowed to me. He picked up my books for me shoved them in my arms, "I shall see you again Mr. Cendaketh."
"Next time you call me Chris or Christopher. Got it?"
"Next time you won't be called that."
Walking off he did not look back. Gliding is more like it. It almost seemed like his feet didn't even touch the ground. But I did just get beat up, I must have been seeing things.
I ran over to Trevor, "Are you OK, Trevor?"
Trevor looked up and grinned, "Hmph. Just angry I didn't put up a good fight."
I laughed, "I'm just glad nobody was around."
Trevor patted my back, "I can skip the rest of the day. It's normal anyways. What will you do, man?"
"He didn't break a single bone in my body. Looks like your jaw's broken."
"Yeah. It hurts to talk. Im outta here. Going to the E.R. You better hurry to your class."
Helping him up I realized his little group all ran away. Once helped to his car, Trevor drove to the E.R. It was five minutes past the bell. I had to come up with a good excuse on my way there. This has to be the worst day of my life.
Walking into the classroom everyone looked in my direction. Akwardly grinning I explained that I couldn't get my locker open and it was jammed. Frowning at methe teacher told me to take my seats and next time get to class on time.
That Day was on April 20, 2011. I was getting ready for my graduation just like everyone else. I was at school when I got Scarred. I remember That Day perfectly, just like everyone else can who's like me. That Day is the day I got Scarred.
It was between fifth and sixth period, and I was getting my Social Studies textbook from out of my locker. I had my earphones on and I was listening to Blackout by Breathe Carolina. I slammed my locker shut and I was smiling like an idiot for some reason. I actually had a perfectly good reason, I just hooked up with the hottest girl in school, Kay, or Kayla. I had my Social Studies book to my side and I was walking down the hall with six minutes to spare.
An older guy bumped into me; I stopped and so did the man. I mumbled a sorry. The man was still looking at me. He had a black robe on with a hoodie over his head. The robe hung all the way down to his ankles. His shoes were completely black, too.
What's with this guy? I thought to myself.
A group of the football players walked by and saw the guy. They instantly started laughing. A guy named Trevor in the group laughed and pointed, "What's with the outfit?
The guy in the robe turned around to look at Trevor. Trevor smiled, taunting him like he did everyone. The guy in the robe sprinted over, not just sprinted but he was a blur when he ran, and then he punched Trevor in the jaw. Trevor's jaw gave out a crack and Trevor screamed out in pain. He immediately put his hand up to his bloody jaw and tears streamed down his cheaks. The guy in the robe punuched Trevor in the gut. Trevor sank down to his knees and cried and moaned. Boys in the goup scattered out.
My temper flared, Trevor was on the football team, he was also a very good friend of mine. I ran towards the guy and tried to punch his straight in the middle of his face. He caught my hand in his. He twisted my wrist and I just clenched my teeth together, I woud not scream, I would not cry, I wouldn't give in. The head in that hood turned towards me. Twisting more I finally got down on one knee. He laughed, his laugh was an empty laugh. He spoke then, "What is your name boy?" His voice was empty. Hollow.
Teeth still gritted I said, "Chris."
Twisting my wrist even more like he was punishing me for doing something wrong he said, more fiercely, "Your real name, boy! And don't just give me that first name crap! Your full name, boy, your full name!"
Ungritting my teeth I yelled, "Christopher Andrew Leon Cendaketh!"
The man in the robe let go of my wrist and touched his other palm to my forhead, "You are now Scarred, young Christopher Andrew Leon Cendaketh." He emphasized my lasst name and then he bowed to me. He picked up my books for me shoved them in my arms, "I shall see you again Mr. Cendaketh."
"Next time you call me Chris or Christopher. Got it?"
"Next time you won't be called that."
Walking off he did not look back. Gliding is more like it. It almost seemed like his feet didn't even touch the ground. But I did just get beat up, I must have been seeing things.
I ran over to Trevor, "Are you OK, Trevor?"
Trevor looked up and grinned, "Hmph. Just angry I didn't put up a good fight."
I laughed, "I'm just glad nobody was around."
Trevor patted my back, "I can skip the rest of the day. It's normal anyways. What will you do, man?"
"He didn't break a single bone in my body. Looks like your jaw's broken."
"Yeah. It hurts to talk. Im outta here. Going to the E.R. You better hurry to your class."
Helping him up I realized his little group all ran away. Once helped to his car, Trevor drove to the E.R. It was five minutes past the bell. I had to come up with a good excuse on my way there. This has to be the worst day of my life.
Walking into the classroom everyone looked in my direction. Akwardly grinning I explained that I couldn't get my locker open and it was jammed. Frowning at methe teacher told me to take my seats and next time get to class on time.
0 Comments
No comments yet!