• Nathon Power's Journal Entry #12
    March 24, 2010


    tab "I have a question to ask you." It was the next day at lunch, and I decided it was about time that Jenna and I had some sort of discussion. So much had happened, and somehow, I needed to get an understanding with her. I looked to my left and right. No one else was there. Not even at that table. No one wanted to have any sort of relationship with a slut like her.
    tab "What do you want?" I fidgeted with my fingers uneasily. I stared down at the table, and then noticed she didn't have any lunch. Why was that? But I didn't think too hard about it, as I said,
    tab "It's about Tyler Woods."
    tab "Hmph," she grumbled. "Let me guess. You're going to ask: 'You're not actually going to kill him, are you'? Well? Something like that, right?" I nodded slowly.
    tab "Trust me, I want to," she went on. "But it just can't be done." I swallowed. The very fact that we were taling about this at the lunch table was sad, and I found it strange that both of us were actually taking this conversation seriously.
    tab "You're afraid he'd beat you?" She shook her head, and sighed.
    tab "Did I say that?"
    tab "Well, then what's preventing you?"
    tab "I..." She glanced from one side of the room to the next, and now she was fidgeting with her fingers.
    tab "I..." Suddenly, she got up, and raced out of the lunchroom, not another word spoken. The face she made as she rushed out those double doors...It was a saddened face, a face I hadn't seen on her for quite awhile. Had I triggered something in her head? Had I said something wrong?
    tab And for those remaining 20 minutes of lunch, I sat alone. For those 20 minutes, I could almost feel how Jenna felt, isolated and unaccepted by the rest of society. And I realized, in those 20 minutes, I had to take action into my own hands.
    tab Evan Smith was going to pay.

    tab 51 people were watching me as I did it. I didn't even think about that. I didn't even think about the consequences. I didn't even think about how Evan was about twice as strong as me. All I knew was that if he had never come along and told the whole school about Jenna, then none of this would've happened. I was sure of it.
    tab I saw him on the way to fourth hour, casually walking with his friends, talking with the with ease. There was no quilt on his face, nothing that would resemble any shame.
    tab "Sorry"? Yeah, right.
    tab I felt my blood pumping as I rushed up behind Evan and pounced on his back, wrestling with him, trying to pin him down.
    tab "What the--" He was taken by surprise for sure. Crowds of curious kids gathered around, watching eagerly as I toppled him over. I kneed him in the back, but was quickly thrusted into the air as he heaved himself up. He shook his head, and then when he came to get his eyes in focus, he said with a cocked and curious head,
    tab "Nathon?" I cried and screamed as I went for another round, bashing him up against a locker. It didn't work for long, though, as I was thrown to the side, Evan asking with his back hunched,
    tab "What the hell, Nathon?!" I slowly got up, only to have him swiftly grab my collar, and held me up against the wall.
    tab This wasn't the first time I had been in this position, I remembered. It happened with Tyler Woods. But that time I lost. This time, I knew it had to be different.
    tab I kicked at his shins over and over again, until he finally let, bending over and gritting his teeth, seething in pain. Adreneline was pumping in my veins. I grinded my teeth together, and pushed him back up against the other wall, one fist to his neck, the other winding back. Over and over again, in constant rhythm, I smashed him in the face, watching his face slowly bruise up. It didn't matter that I was tired. I just kept on punching him, just one time after another, blood on my hand, knuckled gone red. Until finally, I felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, tightly grasping, drawing me quickly away from causing any further damage. I glanced up for a second, while still struggling and squirming in the man's arms. Mr. Smith had caught me in his bear-like hands.
    tab "I'll kill you!" I shouted, resisting the teacher's pull as hard as I could. "I swear, I will! I'll kill you!" With my cry for blood and Evan's battered, bloody face, all the teacher holding me could say was,
    tab "Son, you are in a heap of trouble."