Alive

(I made this in 8th grade, so don't judge too harshly) Alive

The last day of school had just ended, five girls were still missing, and I still didn’t know how I wanted to spend my summer this year. I grabbed my backpack, swung it over my shoulder, and began walking through the crowded halls of Baker High. I mean maybe I could help with the missing peoples cases? No. I’m too young for that. I’m always too young to do anything. I looked to my left and stared at the missing posters on the wall as I had done since the first one went up; trying to memorize their faces. Long curly, dark brown hair. That’s one thing they all had in common, maybe they're all con - “Ow,” I screeched as I got shoved into a locker. It unsurprisingly was Nancy Taylor’s boyfriend that was the culprit. Stupid prick, always trying to create drama with anyone and everyone in the school. “Hey fuck face!” I yelled. He stopped laughing, and his face turned to one of surprise. I guess he wasn’t used to people fighting back. “Don’t do that again or i’m gonna break that big ass nose of yours.” I knew I was doing exactly what he wanted, but I didn’t care. People don’t get to fuck with me and think everything's fine.

“Oh so you wanna fight now little girl,” he said, saliva flying out of his mouth. Now what he said is true. I love to fight. To unleash all the anger inside of you, but there’s one thing I would never do, which is throw the first punch, but for some reason today I thought; eh what the hell, it’s the end of the school year, and maybe if I hit him hard enough he will forget anything ever happened. I looked around the hall first. I had gathered a bit of a crowd, but as long as no teachers were watching I’d be fine. I locked eyes with him. I clenched my firsts, and all the muscles in my arm. I was gonna knock that smug look right off his face, and maybe a few teeth too.

“Yeah,” I said, before retracting my arm back, and driving it straight into his face. It was the best punch I had ever thrown. It landed perfecting in between his mouth, and nose. What I like to call a double kill, cause you break their nose, and knock out a couple of teeth too, which I indeed did do. His face spun around, and his body followed in pursuit. He hit the lockers first, before falling to the floor. A pool of blood and spit flying through the air. It was like I saw it in slow motion. I stood there waiting for him to get up, but he never did.

I didn’t kill him did I? No, I’m not strong enough fo - ”LUNA!” Oh no. A tall figure began walking towards me. It was his brother, he joined the crowd of people that had their mouths wide open in awe, but his face was scrunched up like a shar pei dog. Letting all his ugly wrinkles shine through. You could see the anger in his face. Looked like I was gonna have to fight another one of these snobs. His face began to relax, but his lips remained slightly puckered. It was like a serious face mixed with an “i’m gonna kill you face.” His hand slowly left his side, and it began traveling towards that huge pocket guys always have, and he produced a pocket knife.