Fists and The Hard Street

   It was all a blur.


        It was sunny. Not hot. Sunlight streaming in through the tree leaves. After school. Calm. So calm. Then they came. Eight, my friend Kelc said. We were eight too. They were of a Hispanic race. Not being racist, it's just another detail. They started saying things.
       Cussing.
       Something about them owning this place. Then, a voice.
      "I wanna punch someone right now."
      Me? "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No need for violence."
      "You wanna fight, b***h?" If you're wondering, it's a girl who was addressing me. But she looks like a guy, swear to god.
      "Excuse me?" I said. Appalled. B***h?
      She pushed me.
      Me, being impulsively violent, pushed back.

      That's when things got blurry.
 
      Spinning, fists, knuckles, everywhere, she even pulled my hair. I managed, somehow, to get us away from the huge crowd, and we landed in the street. Still fighting. The street was hard. And it smelt like horror. You may think that I remember this all so clearly, but I don't.
      I don't remember anything now.
     But the witnesses told.

     My friend Talon(bless him) pulled the girl off. I think I tumbled into him, don't remember. All I remember, is being picked up, helped up, onto my feet. Kelc picked up my glasses, gave a steel look at the group, then left with us. I was unaware of what just happened.
     About halfway down the street to my house, it all hit me like rubble and concrete.
     I nearly collapsed. My friends, helped me. They cleaned up the blood.

     It happened so fast.
     Insanity.
     But I fought back.
     Defended.
     My friends were my saviors.
    
     It was all a blur.
    

Author's Note

A true story of what happened today.
My head hurts.
I owe all of my friends a cookie.

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Oh my goodness, really? That's horrible! And so so so wellwritten. Made my heart pound.

[Essy]

sh*t. are you ok?????? thats seriously f*cked up. not your part i mean. its her whos f*cked up.

[roarke]

I think this is how "West Side Story" got started... were you a Jet or a Shark?

Great instance capture. Loved the fight scene. Very balanced structure between narrator and action. Nice. You left out the brass knuckles and machine guns, but that's ok, it's only a first draft. lol

So when do the martial arts classes start?