Internal monologue #4

The rain pours as we race through the streets, but the sun still shines. My cloths are soaked, my shoes are drenched, but I feel so Exhilarated. The three of us laugh and joke, splashing through the puddles as if I have become one of their best friends. All that is on their minds is to be the first to reach the end of the street. However, in my head, all I can think of is how grateful I am to have met these two kids.

It all started at the comic store after I had bought comics. Some guys at school who have been beating up on my for the past two weeks ran up to us. They wanted the money they didn't get from me last Tuesday at lunch. When I refused, they started to grab me, but my two friends came before they got a chance to hurt me. They punched them left and right until they were bloodied and bruised. Next thing I knew, they headed down the street with their tails between their legs. I was so relieved. After the fight, my rescuers comforted me as they started to walk me back home, offering their x-men cards and comics to me. They didn't even know me, yet they were so nice. I was confused, things like this never happen to me. Nobody at school would go near me let alone help me when those bullies beat me up. I'm just an oddball, a freak. We exchanged names and talked. Then, it started raining hard. We ran, trying to get home as fast as we could. I began to laugh, I don't know why I did. I guess I was just so happy. Pretty soon, they started laughing with me. Not at me. Then they turned our run into a race as they joked and splashed.

So now I'm racing with them. The rain has washed away all of my miseries, cleansing my awful memories of school. I feel safe, secure and rejuvenated. I think it's safe to call these two my friends. But then something jumps out in front of them! A baseball bat swings in front of their heads. They fall to the ground, foreheads bleeding. I look up only to see the two bullies standing in front of me, their baseball bats clenched in their hands. I gulp, unable to move. My body is stiff, my eyes are on the two bullies. They are sneering at me, looking forward to beating me to a pulp. My eyes avert to the two boys who saved me. As I stare at their limp bodies lying on the cement, I think of how much I appreciated their kindness. They risked themselves to protect me even though they didn't know who I was. They don't deserve this! I can't let those bullies get away for what they have done to my friends! Suddenly my fear fades away, awakening a new type of feeling. I get up from my feet, legs shaking. But I'm not scared anymore. I look directly into the bullies eyes without fear. My adrenaline kicks in and I let my actions guide me as I charge.

Audiences: kids to teens

Purpose: To show the damaging effects of bullying