Karma

Treat others as you wish to be treated...

David was the one everybody picked on. He was small and scrawny, with bright red hair and a coat of freckles. It made him an easy target for crueller children. His main tormentor was Phillip, a mountain of a boy who was all brawn and no brains. He was always surrounded by half a dozen others who stayed with him simply so they weren’t the target. David was heading to his locker when Phillip cut him off, and he groaned inwardly.

 

“Hi there carrot top,” drawled Phillip, “What do I have for lunch today?” He grabbed David’s bag and started rifling through it.

 

They were being watched by a tall, willowy girl with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was a beauty, and it was her that Phillip was trying to impress. She knew it too. When he had taken David’s lunch and handed him his bag, she walked over.

 

“Hey, Phillip?” she said politely,

“Yea?” came the smug reply,

“Your fly is open.”

 

Phillip looked down and hurriedly turned away. David smothered a laugh. The girl was looking at him and he blushed, “Come on,” she addressed him, “Or we’ll be late for class.” Stunned, David obediently followed her, but Phillip was not one to give up that easily.

 

The next day, Phillip hounded David throughout P.E. It was the one day of the week where they shared the gym with the girls, and she was there.

 

“Let’s see your dance steps pipsqueak,” chuckled Phillip. He reached down to pick up a dodge ball, brushing against the curtain that divided the hall,

“Um, Phillip?” ventured the girl,

 

He didn’t hear her until it was too late. He threw the ball and the momentum tugged against his shorts, pocket, that was caught on one of the hooks and it ripped completely down the side. The girl covered her face, and turned away, embarrassed for him.

 

“Phillip, you better go and see Mrs Webster in textiles,” sighed the teacher. Phillip fled.

The girl tossed David a water bottle as the bell sounded for the end of the lesson, “See you in Physics.” She waved and left,

“Um, see you?” croaked David, too late.

 

The next day Phillip was even more determined to regain his dignity and caught up with him after school. “You’ve been lucky mouse, but everyone’s luck runs out. I have a proposition.”

“You do?” David was wary.

Phillip pointed to a line of seagulls on the telephone wire, “You hit one of those and I’ll leave you be,”

“I don’t know...” David didn’t like the idea of hurting the birds,

“It’s simple, watch,” Phillip grabbed a stone.

“Phillip!” the girl warned, appearing from nowhere.

 

The stone was already flying through the air. The birds scattered in fright and they were bombarded. The girl pulled David into the bus stand for safety, as Phillip’s head, arms and clothes were redecorated by the creatures. Both she and David burst out laughing.

 

“Thank you,” grinned David, “What was your name?”

The girl smirked, “Karma.”

Author's Note

Very short I know and probably needs a lot of polishing.

Reviews

[Alphachad]

Warms my heart like chicken soup. I love its light yet sophisticated short plot. Good read :D

[Samuel Dickens]

A cute story, nonetheless. Geez, I hate bullies--had my share of them, too. I'm so glad Philip got what he deserved.