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THE LOON
HE WASN’T DEAD. YET!!
GEORGE FELT THE PAIN AS THE ROCK SMASHED HIS HEAD AGAIN AND THE GROUND STOOD TO SUPPORT HIS BODY. THIS PAIN IMPEDED HIS MOVEMENT, EVEN WHEN HE SAW THE ROCK APPROACHING HIS SKULL ONCE MORE. THE ROCK WAS OBVIOUSLY OUT OF CONTROL, AND DEFINITELY NEEDED PSYCHOLOGICAL HELP. “ I MEAN, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?” GEORGE’S LACK OF STRENGTH PREVENTED HIM FROM TALKING JUST NOW. HE WAS SURPRISED BY THE KNOWLEDGE THAT PAIN IN ONE PLACE CAN AFFECT ALL THE BODY’S FUNCTIONS. THIS WAS DISPLAYED ONCE AGAIN AS HE INADVERTENTLY WET HIMSELF.
GEORGE FELT UNBELIEVABLE AGONY FOR ONLY A SHORT TIME BEFORE HE PASSED OUT.
SIRENS, POLICE EVERYWHERE.”WHERE THE HELL AM I”? WONDERED GEORGE, FEELING AN AWFUL HEADACHE COMING ON. A BURLY YOUNG POLICEMAN MOSEYED ON OVER, ACKNOWLEDGING GEORGE’S CONCIOUSNESS.
“COULD YOU TELL US WHO DID THIS TO YOU?” HE ASKED.
“THE ROCK”, ANSWERED GEORGE WEAKLY.
“UH-HUH. A GANG MEMBER PERHAPS. WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?”
“PARDON?”
“PARDON!?”
“PARDON!!?… OH FORGET IT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE HE LIVES OR MIGHT HANG OUT?”
GEORGE MOVED HIS HEAD, SEARCHING AGONIZINGLY OVER THE GRAVEL BEARING GROUND. SITTING INNOCENTLY ON A PATCH OF GRASS HE SAW THE ‘ROCK’. “THERE HE IS” EXCLAIMED GEORGE, POINTING AT HIM ANGRILY.
THE POLICEMAN SIGHED AND WALKED AWAY. BEADS OF PERSPIRATION, BORN OF FRUSTRATION, RAN DOWN HIS FOREHEAD. HE WAS SICK OF TEENAGERS. ALWAYS GIVING POLICEMAN A HARD TIME. HE CLENCHED HIS FIST, HIS KNUCKLES TURNING WHITE IN DETERMINATION. HE SWORE THAT THIS TIME NEXT YEAR HE’D BE WELL ON HIS WAY TO A BETTER JOB, A BETTER LIFE.
HE COULDN’T WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR.
GEORGE LEFT THE HOSPITAL AT 5.00PM. THE NEXT DAY, THE NURSES THOUGHT HE SEEMED A BIT CONFUSED, BUT HIS DOCTOR SAID HE WAS FINE.
AT SCHOOL THE FOLLOWING MORNING A SENIOR NAMED FINTON APPROACHED GEORGE. SENIORS WERE TROUBLE FOR GEORGE. IT WAS BETTER THEY IGNORE HIM THAN NOTICE HIM. FINTON WAS EVEN WORSE. HE WAS KNOWN FOR HIS LACK OF RESTRAINTS, HIS TOTAL DISREGARD FOR AUTHORITY.
AS HE CAME CLOSER GEORGE COWERED AWAY TRYING TO FIND SOMEWHERE TO RUN. FINTON LAUGHED. EVERYONE THOUGHT GEORGE HAD A MENTAL PROBLEM. HE HAD NO FRIENDS. THE POOR LOON. NOW HE HAD ENEMIES; BAD ENEMIES. FINTON COULD TELL BY THE STITCHES IN HID HEAD. HE PUNCHED GEORGE PLAYFULLY ON THE ARM PRACTICALLY KNOCKING HIM OVER.
“HURT YOURSELF, HEY?” MOCKED FINTON.
“NO, IT…IT WAS DE ROCK”
“THE ROCK,” FINTON TRIED NOT TO LAUGH,”WHO’S HE?”
“A RAGGED GREY THING ABOUT THE SIZE OF A SOFTBALL. THE COPS DIDN’T EVEN ARREST HIM.”
GIGGLE.
FINTON NODDED SYMPATHETICALLY TRYING TO HIDE HIS AMUSEMENT. POOR GEORGE, SOMEONE SHOULD LOCK HIM AWAY; AWAY FROM THIS CRUEL WORLD. HE WAS LIKE A PRISONER IN THIS SCHOOL. EVERYONE WATCHED HIM CLOSELY, EVEN THE TEACHERS. THEY PICKED ON HIM MERELY BECAUSE HE HAD NO IDEA. FINTON WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO CARED AND NOW, AS HE LEFT, GEORGE FELT A SENSE OF SATISFACTION.
FINTON REALLY CARED.
ASLEEP, DEEP IN SLEEP, GEORGE DREAMED. A CAR CAME AND THEY TOOK HIM AWAY.
NO ONE WAS THERE TO HELP BUT FINTON. HE MOVE. HE STOOD WATCHING HIM SORROW FILLED EYES. THE MEN JUST PUT HIM IN THE CAR AND TOOK HIM AWAY. NO ONE MISSES A STREET KID. GEORGE FELT HIMSELF BEING CARRIED AGAIN – THEY WERE DRESSING HIM. GRUNTS AND SNORTS.
THE WORLD DIDN’T CARE ABOUT HIM. FINTON KNEW THAT AND NOW GEORGE KNEW IT. EVERYONE HATED HIM. THEY THOUGHT HE WAS CRAZY. GEORGE WISHED HE WAS CRAZY, HE WISHED HE WAS LOCKED AWAY WHERE NO ONE CARED IF HE WAS CRAZY. HE TRIED TO SIT UP IN BED BUT HE COULND’T MOVE HIS ARMS. HE STRUGGLED AND FOUGHT, THINKING ABOUT HIS DREAM. THEN THERE WAS LIGHT. THE WHITE PADDED WALL REPLFECTED THE LIGHT AND STUNG HIS EYES. HE WAS LOCKED AWAY.
AND HE WAS GLAD.
THE LOON
HE WASN’T DEAD. YET!!
GEORGE FELT THE PAIN AS THE ROCK SMASHED HIS HEAD AGAIN AND THE GROUND STOOD TO SUPPORT HIS BODY. THIS PAIN IMPEDED HIS MOVEMENT, EVEN WHEN HE SAW THE ROCK APPROACHING HIS SKULL ONCE MORE. THE ROCK WAS OBVIOUSLY OUT OF CONTROL, AND DEFINITELY NEEDED PSYCHOLOGICAL HELP. “ I MEAN, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?” GEORGE’S LACK OF STRENGTH PREVENTED HIM FROM TALKING JUST NOW. HE WAS SURPRISED BY THE KNOWLEDGE THAT PAIN IN ONE PLACE CAN AFFECT ALL THE BODY’S FUNCTIONS. THIS WAS DISPLAYED ONCE AGAIN AS HE INADVERTENTLY WET HIMSELF.
GEORGE FELT UNBELIEVABLE AGONY FOR ONLY A SHORT TIME BEFORE HE PASSED OUT.
SIRENS, POLICE EVERYWHERE.”WHERE THE HELL AM I”? WONDERED GEORGE, FEELING AN AWFUL HEADACHE COMING ON. A BURLY YOUNG POLICEMAN MOSEYED ON OVER, ACKNOWLEDGING GEORGE’S CONCIOUSNESS.
“COULD YOU TELL US WHO DID THIS TO YOU?” HE ASKED.
“THE ROCK”, ANSWERED GEORGE WEAKLY.
“UH-HUH. A GANG MEMBER PERHAPS. WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?”
“PARDON?”
“PARDON!?”
“PARDON!!?… OH FORGET IT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE HE LIVES OR MIGHT HANG OUT?”
GEORGE MOVED HIS HEAD, SEARCHING AGONIZINGLY OVER THE GRAVEL BEARING GROUND. SITTING INNOCENTLY ON A PATCH OF GRASS HE SAW THE ‘ROCK’. “THERE HE IS” EXCLAIMED GEORGE, POINTING AT HIM ANGRILY.
THE POLICEMAN SIGHED AND WALKED AWAY. BEADS OF PERSPIRATION, BORN OF FRUSTRATION, RAN DOWN HIS FOREHEAD. HE WAS SICK OF TEENAGERS. ALWAYS GIVING POLICEMAN A HARD TIME. HE CLENCHED HIS FIST, HIS KNUCKLES TURNING WHITE IN DETERMINATION. HE SWORE THAT THIS TIME NEXT YEAR HE’D BE WELL ON HIS WAY TO A BETTER JOB, A BETTER LIFE.
HE COULDN’T WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR.
GEORGE LEFT THE HOSPITAL AT 5.00PM. THE NEXT DAY, THE NURSES THOUGHT HE SEEMED A BIT CONFUSED, BUT HIS DOCTOR SAID HE WAS FINE.
AT SCHOOL THE FOLLOWING MORNING A SENIOR NAMED FINTON APPROACHED GEORGE. SENIORS WERE TROUBLE FOR GEORGE. IT WAS BETTER THEY IGNORE HIM THAN NOTICE HIM. FINTON WAS EVEN WORSE. HE WAS KNOWN FOR HIS LACK OF RESTRAINTS, HIS TOTAL DISREGARD FOR AUTHORITY.
AS HE CAME CLOSER GEORGE COWERED AWAY TRYING TO FIND SOMEWHERE TO RUN. FINTON LAUGHED. EVERYONE THOUGHT GEORGE HAD A MENTAL PROBLEM. HE HAD NO FRIENDS. THE POOR LOON. NOW HE HAD ENEMIES; BAD ENEMIES. FINTON COULD TELL BY THE STITCHES IN HID HEAD. HE PUNCHED GEORGE PLAYFULLY ON THE ARM PRACTICALLY KNOCKING HIM OVER.
“HURT YOURSELF, HEY?” MOCKED FINTON.
“NO, IT…IT WAS DE ROCK”
“THE ROCK,” FINTON TRIED NOT TO LAUGH,”WHO’S HE?”
“A RAGGED GREY THING ABOUT THE SIZE OF A SOFTBALL. THE COPS DIDN’T EVEN ARREST HIM.”
GIGGLE.
FINTON NODDED SYMPATHETICALLY TRYING TO HIDE HIS AMUSEMENT. POOR GEORGE, SOMEONE SHOULD LOCK HIM AWAY; AWAY FROM THIS CRUEL WORLD. HE WAS LIKE A PRISONER IN THIS SCHOOL. EVERYONE WATCHED HIM CLOSELY, EVEN THE TEACHERS. THEY PICKED ON HIM MERELY BECAUSE HE HAD NO IDEA. FINTON WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO CARED AND NOW, AS HE LEFT, GEORGE FELT A SENSE OF SATISFACTION.
FINTON REALLY CARED.
ASLEEP, DEEP IN SLEEP, GEORGE DREAMED. A CAR CAME AND THEY TOOK HIM AWAY.
NO ONE WAS THERE TO HELP BUT FINTON. HE MOVE. HE STOOD WATCHING HIM SORROW FILLED EYES. THE MEN JUST PUT HIM IN THE CAR AND TOOK HIM AWAY. NO ONE MISSES A STREET KID. GEORGE FELT HIMSELF BEING CARRIED AGAIN – THEY WERE DRESSING HIM. GRUNTS AND SNORTS.
THE WORLD DIDN’T CARE ABOUT HIM. FINTON KNEW THAT AND NOW GEORGE KNEW IT. EVERYONE HATED HIM. THEY THOUGHT HE WAS CRAZY. GEORGE WISHED HE WAS CRAZY, HE WISHED HE WAS LOCKED AWAY WHERE NO ONE CARED IF HE WAS CRAZY. HE TRIED TO SIT UP IN BED BUT HE COULND’T MOVE HIS ARMS. HE STRUGGLED AND FOUGHT, THINKING ABOUT HIS DREAM. THEN THERE WAS LIGHT. THE WHITE PADDED WALL REPLFECTED THE LIGHT AND STUNG HIS EYES. HE WAS LOCKED AWAY.
AND HE WAS GLAD.
