It was a beautiful summer day in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. As high school neared to an end for me, I walked very lazily to my first period Film class. As I walked into the dimly lit room, I noticed an unusual smell of rubbing alcohol. Coming in late as usual, from the back of the class I saw the teacher in the front; attempting to clean the DVD, we were going to watch. I assumed he spilled the rubbing alcohol, noticing the big wet spot on his shirt. As I walked to the last row fourth chair down, which was my assigned seat; I saw the school bully Scott Marono in my row terrorizing the unfortunate student next to him. Scott was also the linebacker for the school football team. He stood at a towering 6 foot 4 inches of the ground, and he weighed approximately 195 pounds. I slapped hands with a few of my friends on the way and then tried to rearrange my body to fit into my seat.
Since class had already started, I needed to get my assignment paper from the teacher’s desk. Therefore, I navigated myself through the narrow pathways between the desks, which were all crammed together. On this short mission towards the front, I passed a kid with his face glued to his desk from the puddle of drool he managed to assemble. Hopping over schoolbags and weaving threw the various elbows; I neared Scott harassing the kid. As I passed the two, I seemed to of interrupted Scott so he felt the need to jump up from his seat cursing and proclaiming how much on an idiot I was. To illustrate, he looked like a freakishly large Gorilla roaring and banging its hands on his chest because of the ticks biting him. As I stood there, I tried to figure out what caused this eruption when suddenly he demanded apologies from me. During this short period, I remembered
the words of a deceased friend that I died in my arms “Fear Nothing of the World”. When I refused to apologize to this raving animal, he threatened to “punch my face in”. At this point, my blood boiled at the words of this...