Just An Ordinary Year

Flint McCormic was your ordinary sports boy. He is about 4 inches taller than me, always wears a football jersey to school, and had lots of friends. Had, I said. Nobody really seemed to pay him much attention other than the scowls my friends give him in the hallway. My friends aren’t even mean. It’s Flint that started this all. Three months ago today, Flint and I were standing outside school, waiting for the bell to wring. That month, I’d joined the football team, in hopes of becoming more athletic. I had played baseball the year before, but I’d gotten rusty at it and wanted to try something new. Flint and I were nice to each other usually, until when I got to be Quarterback for the Eastmark warriors. Little did I know, Q.B. Was Flint’s dream position. The morning was crisp and cold, and I only had a warriors sweater so I was chattering while pulling my arms through the sleeves. Flint stared at me, this look of despair in his eyes, almost as if he were lost. I asked him what what wrong, and he simply answered “You.” With a slight growl in his voice. Apparently, it was very loud, but I wasn’t paying attention to his voice because his eyes suddenly turned into an impossible expression, a mix of worry and anger, all at the same time. Apparently, some people were recording the whole process, making it a “great” subject to post on social media. Well, after that word slipped out of his mouth, he balled his fists and that’s when I panicked. I yelled out “HELP!” At the top of my lungs, catching a few more bystanders in the process. My yell didn’t really do anything, so Flint continued to raise his fist. He finally got closet to my face, then he launched his fist forward, his knuckles cracking as my nose cracked out of place. I woke up in the backseat of my moms minivan, a napkin taped gently on top of my nose. We drove to the hospital to see what was going on. I had dislocated and broke my nose. I had to skip a whole week of school just for my nose to feel partially better. When I finally got back to school, everyone worried about me, but I said that it was an accident, clearly fibbing. In the hallways, I could swear that out of the corner of my eye, he would smirk at me in the hallways. Now you may say “ how was that the worst case?” And here is exactly your answer. Not only did he dislocate my nose, but he has done many more things. He punched me in the bathroom, purposely tripped me in football (when I finally came back from my broken nose), which caused a Mild concussion, because I landed on the back of my head. He also was talking smack about my little sister, Ellipsis. He called her name dumb, even dumber than mine, which is rare for him. The last encounter was at school during after-school football practice. I had arrived early, because social studies always ends early, and grabbed a ball and started passing with Camren, my best bud. We were about 6 complete passes in when I look to my left to see Flint full on-I’m not exaggerating- bull charge at me. Not like a football charge. This was like a car moving full speed into a stick. I luckily hopped to my left, avoiding the ram. About 10 seconds later, though, Flint had picked me up and harshly body slammed me. I got another major concussion, and I broke two ribs. This was when I told people about Flint. He got kicked out of the football team first, and then got kicked out of school. His family also had to pay for my medical bills. Don’t even get me started on how much money they were. Tens of thousands of dollars, just becase of a jealous Flint McCormic. Of course, I could obviously not play football for a while, so I stayed focused on my studies and got surprisingly good grades. I mean, I guess since I was at home, it limited distractions like friends and well, you know, school. My mom made sure the house was distraction free when I was injured, so I could do my schoolwork properly. After I came back, I have never heard of Flint McCormic again, except when sometimes people talk about him in the hallway.