Louis Vs. Carlos
Louis was a brilliant person. At least that's how he saw it. But there were those who didn't always agree. Like Carlos. Yes, Carlos was a problem indeed. But Louis was tough, he could handle it. He was better than tough. He was brilliant. So one day when Carlos said to Louis, "Hey trash-boy! Go back to the monkeys, slut-boy!" Louis decided he would take action. After school that day Louis followed Carlos, careful to stay a good twenty feet away from him at all times. He followed him the next day after school too. And the next. Soon Louis had Carlos' route down to a science. The next day Louis ran far ahead of Carlos and picked up a fist-sized rock. Then he and the rock made there way up a tree. His research told him that Carlos would pass under the tree momentarily. When Carlos passed under the tree Louis would throw the rock at his head, jump down and scream, "I'm not a slut-boy, you are!" and run away laughing. Clearly Carlos would be too stunned to ever fight back. So Louis sat there, in the tree, a maniacal grin spread across his brilliant face. But time passed and Carlos did not pass beneath the tree. Soon Louis felt the tickle of ants crawling up his ankles. His muscles began to ache with the pain of sitting in one position for too long. The sky shone a great orange as the sun began to set. The world was crumbling around Louis. He had done everything right. But everything was going wrong. He felt waves of helplessness gnaw at him. His mind was crushed under the weight of insecurities and he wondered why he should bother being alive at all. He decided he would find a way to kill himself. So he sat in the orange light, his long, straight brown hair tickling his eyes, his short green shorts crawling with ants, his oversized digital watch beeping every so often. He sat there plotting his own demise. It was dark now, and he itched all over. He had decided that he would kill himself using his father's gun. So he began to dislodge himself from the tree. But then, he heard sounds. Footsteps? He climbed back into the tree and watched below him. Could it be? It was! Carlos was walking by! Louis reaffirmed his grip on his stone and summoned all his strength. The rock hit its target and made a resounding thud. Louis decided this was because Carlos must not have had a brain and so his head was hollow. Carlos fell to the ground after the impact. Louis jumped down and yelled, "I'm not a slut-boy, you are!" He ran in the opposite direction giggling childishly to himself. Never had he felt such exhilaration, such joy, such, wild and fierce emotion. With a yelp of delight he jumped into the air and continued running through the darkness.