CRASH AND BURN

Wow, este mês tem duas luas novas... o.O
Who cares? A Universidade não está cá para se meter no caminho >:) *Muahahah*

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Lua Nova, 01 de Julho de 2011


How did she get to that point? A little group had gathered around them but the great majority was still doing whatever they were doing before the argument started.
"You wouldn't dare..." The 10-year-old boy who had picked a fight with her thought she was bluffing?
She was screaming at him and he still didn't get that she wanted him far away, as soon as possible! She was sick of him and his knows-it-all act.
Two of the other girls around her were saying something about let him be... That it wasn't worth it and the teachers might see.
Beating him up would definitely be something worth it. This simple thought made her smile. She tightened the grip around the object in her right hand.
The guy was still in his place. She decided to explain it so he could understand that she wasn't kidding in any way. "Try me. Say anything else and the next thing you'll feel is this racket hitting you square in the face." As walking in his direction she raised her arm, which makes him take a step back.
The group started to get agitated. "Wait, you're going too far." The basement/gym was as loud as ever with the other 4th graders and underclass graders.
She turned to them. "He was the one who started it! I can't take more of it!"
The boy was trying hard not to move and stayed there. From an outsider point of view, it would have been a very intense glaring contest between the two of them.
"He's like that because no one cares about him. He has no friends or what-so-ever." Someone said.
Her mind was working miles an hour. Every thought in her head was passing at light speed. What do I do now? If he was someone else everything I had already said would have been more than enough to send him away and never put sight on him again... But he had nerve. Lots and lots of it! Even though she was burning inside with rage she let her arm down inhaled a sharp breath. "Can you just leave me alone?" Was all that she asked. Then she turned away... Along with her, the group started to disband and going to her... Maybe just in case she changed her mind.
A voice behind her spoke up. "You're just afraid, aren't you?"
That's it. She turned around in the boy's direction and walked swiftly to him. As she started to raise the racket he closed his eyes. Why? Didn't he say she was bluffing? She swung it backwards with all her might...

Suddenly it got incredibly quiet. Except for the cries. Only they didn't come from the guy in front of her. She was sure she still hadn't swung it forward but it had hit something. She looked at the brunette: his face was in shock. With eyes wide open she looked back. One of the girls that earlier told her to stop was bleeding from the nose. Her lips moved faster than her mind processing what had happened. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She kept on crying. The teachers came and started taking care of her. "It was me! I hitted her with the racket... But it was an accident!" Now, she was almost on the verge of tears too. They tried to tranquilize both her and crying girl. Her nose wasn't broken and just after a good while she stopped crying and calmed down. The teachers left and things became normal again. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Just stop this... We don't want you in trouble." Was all that she said after going to the bathroom to wash her face.
All the anger had been turned into worry and shock. It was all because of him. She turned to him. He was still there watching her every movement. "It's all your fault, you know? I wanted to hit you." He remained silent. "Why do you keep pestering me?"
"I'm sorry." An answer at last. "You're the only one who still notices me."
She stared right back at him. "That's your fault too." She lowered her head wondering why was he still wanting to talk to her... She had been about to hit him. Probably more than one time... "The way you behave... It's like you're trying to make fun of others."
"I'm just trying to make friends."
"Well, it's not working." She looked up angrily. "You're doing it the wrong way. We don't care if you just moved here, if you have been in other schools, if you you're old classmates all adored you..."
"Now you're being ridiculous."
Is he smiling? "It's called sarcasm." She sighed. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you..."
He glanced to his side. "Would you be friends with me? You're the closest person to this term, at least for me... I promise you that I won't do anymore of the things that you said before."
It's not like getting angry at each other is doing any good. She remembered her hurt friend. "Boasting? It's better if you won't." Would it be too bad? Friends... "I'll think it over. But not today, I'm not feeling very well."
He lowered his head in acceptance. "Me neither." And with that he turned away.
"Maybe tomorrow." She said loud enough for him to hear. "Let's talk on the first break."
He stopped but didn't turn. "Maybe..." It was hard to perceive but she could almost imagine him smiling.
And with that she went to her injured friend making sure she was alright...