Thursday, 15 November 2012

Butterflies, Flowers and Flash Fiction

 I'm here to write a story, it's a short story ( hence the flash fiction), but a story none the less. So sit back and try to enjoy this tiny piece of work of mine. :)

Falling, by Catherine Aubert



“Dammit, if they don’t hurry up I’m going to be late for class, what the hell are they doing out in the hallway for so long! I guess I’ll have to try to sneak past them.” I opened the door as slowly and quietly as I could and tried to slip away but of course, as usual, luck was not on my side. “Where do you think you’re going you little fag”, Mike jeered. “I haven’t had time to give you a proper greeting yet today”.  I braced myself as he grabbed my arm and threw me against the lockers, my shoulder slamming into it hard and my books tumbling from my arms onto the floor. “Now stay down on your knees like a good little queer” he shouted. Then he and his friends gave each other high fives and walked away laughing loudly.
I stayed on the floor in front of the lockers, eyes closed, until I could no longer hear their laughter, and then, ignoring the pain radiating down my arm, I started to look for my books, but they were nowhere to be found. “God Dammit, they took my freaking books”, I mumbled. “That’s just perfect, now what am I supposed to do.” Suddenly a hand fell on my shoulder and I yelped, turning around quickly and looking at my new attacker with fearful eyes. “Sorry”, he said. “I walked around the corner and seen what happened, so I picked your books up for you.  I didn’t mean to scare you.”  “It’s okay”, I said taking the books from him, “I’m just a little jumpy for a while after that happens, and I thought you were going to push me down again”. “Thanks for picking up my books, but I have to go to English now, I’m already late thanks to those jerks.” I turned to leave and he spoke again, “Wait, I’ve got English now too, but I’m new and I don’t want to get lost. Can you walk me to class”? “My name’s Matt by the way”. I’m Ray a mumbled back, and sure I’ll walk you to class.
When we walked into English class I left to take my seat in the back, and the teacher introduced Matt to the class. She told us he had transferred here from a school in the town closest to ours (though she didn’t tell us why) and told him to take the seat next to mine. When he sat down he turned and smiled at me, “Thanks for walking me to class”, he said. “No problem I said smiling”, I weird felling coming into my stomach. “Any time”.

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