Kid

KID
by Austin Easi

This story is about a kid who listens to Heavy Metal and he’s a freshman in high school. When he was in lunch one day he met this kid named Mark was just like him he wore tripps, ripped jeans, long hair, band tees, and necklaces, bracelets. The kid said, “I really admire your t-shirt.” It was a Slipknot shirt. Mark asked for the kid’s name, he said “Scott. Scott Johns.” Mark said, “You want to hang out with me after school?” Scott replied, “Yeah, dude.” “Meet me down at the football field,” said Mark. So after school, Scott walked down to the field and there was Mark standing there smokin a cigarette and he said “Want one?” Scott said, “I’ve never had one but I’ll try it I guess.” Scott inhaled the cigarette and said “Wow, I had no idea these are that good...” But one thing Scott didn’t know about Mark is that Mark was a druggie. On Friday, Mark asked Scott if he wanted to stay at his house tonight. Scott said “Sure I will. What are we gonna do?” “Oh, don’t worry, we got some stuff,” said Mark. Well, darkness fell and Scott showed up at Mark’s house. They went into his bedroom. Mark had a cool room, he had posters everywhere and all kinds of neat stuff Mark played his stereo really loud and lit up his bong Then he took his coke out (cocaine) and started sniffing it. Scott yelled, “Dude, what the fuck are you doin?” “Drugs.” mark replied. “Drugs Why are you doin that?” “Because,” Mark said, “I like it. Why don’t you try some dope with me?” Scott puffed the bong and kept doin it then they were high. Mark handed him the coke tray and said, “Woof this, brotha ” Scott snorted the coke and enjoyed it. “Hey man, let me tell you something, you have got it made,” said Scott. Mark said, “No, I don’t, my parent think we’re head banging, not smoking or snorting ” Mark had Marilyn Manson playing and he said “Manson really get to you when you’re on drugs.” “Yeah ” Scott said as he poured himself a vodka with cranberry. A couple of days later, Scott and Mark were out walking and they both lit up a cigarette. A cop came down the corner, or as they refer to them, pigs. The cop rolled down his window and said “Hey You kids How old are you?” They both replied, “Fifteen, sir.” “Put them cigarettes out right now ” Scott threw his to the ground but Mark said “No I just lit it and I’m smoking ” The cop grabbed Mark’s cigarette and threw it away, then searched him and pulled out of his pocket a bag of marijuana and said, “You two are coming downtown ” The cops called their mothers, and, oh yes, they were in serious trouble. Scott went home and right when he walked in, his father said “So you like drugs, huh? You little shit ” Scott’s father slapped him and said, “You’re a scumbag You’re worthless ” Scott’s mother said “I know he’s in trouble but do not hit my son ” Scott’s father turned and slapped his mother, too Scott said, “Don’t touch my mother ” Scott attacked his dad and his father grabbed his neck and dragged him to his bedroom and threw him in there and said, “You’re nothing.” Scott began to cry and opened his drawer and pulled a joint out and started to smoke it. Eventually the drugs got to him and he was labeled a ‘druggie.’ He was walking to school one day, smoking, of course, some ghetto thug kids came up to him and said, ‘Yo, you got a spare cigg?” Scott said “No ” Then the thug kids said “I know you got some more, now give me one ” Scott was scared. Then out of nowhere, Mark came running up and swinging his baseball bat, he was cracking heads Scott looking in front of him and the thug’s hand hit him right in the face. Scott began to bleed. Scott rammed his foot into the thug’s groin The thug cried and fell to the ground holding his happy place Crying Scott looked at Mark, Mark had a gun pointed at the other two thugs Scott looked up and said, “No ” “No, what?” Mark said. “Don’t kill them ” said Scott. Mark came over the thug and punched Scott. Mark kicked the thug and yelled “Get the fuck up ” The thug wouldn’t get up and Mark shot him, killed him. Scott could not believe his eyes Mark said, “Just smoke a joint and you’ll feel better.” Scott lit up a joint and ran to Mark’s with Mark. They heard sirens and cop cars pulled in Mark’s driveway, guns drawn. Mark looked at Scott and said, “I’m sorry, kid.” Mark put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, his brains hit the floor. Scott began to cry and lit up another joint. He grabbed the gun and ran out Mark’s back door. Scott jumped three fences, he ran across a neighborhood street where there were children playing. Scott scared the little children probably if they saw his gun?
Scott made it home and ran up to his room. He rolled himself into a ball and cried. He could hear the cop sirens. Scott looked at the gun and picked it up and did what Mark did.