Secrets Unfold - Graphic (rosie project txt) 📗

beside me. "Your diagram is very... it explains your feelings and your understanding about the structure of the atom." comments Mr. Cabos. Zach nods proudly. "Though, it is very offensive. Take this as a warning, Mr.Collins." adds Mr. Cabos. Zach's perfect smile changed into a perfect frown. I was wondering how the transition from the smile to the frown was perfect. "So, who else has the same...um...understanding of the structure of atoms as Mr. Collins?" asks Mr. Cabos. Hands shot up into the air. I keep my hand down. The phone rings. "Mr.Cabos here. hmm?.... umhmmm.... of course, why not?....alright then....I'll send her right down. Bye." Mr.Cabos placed the phone back into its place. "Ms.Parker, your father is here to pick you up for your match, am I right?" smiles Mr. Cabos. I nod. I wonder how he remembers everyone's last names. I can barely remember somebody's first name. "You may leave." he hands me a worksheet when I walk out the room. I walk down the huge hallway towards my locker. I put my chemistry textbook on the ground and open the locker. "Well, well, well. What a coincidence!" somebody says from the other end of the hallway. It's Johnathan. I never knew that Johnathan knew the word coincidence. I pull open my lock and crank my locker open. Johnathan leans against the locker next to mine. "Looks like you're leaving." he winks at me. I don't respond back or even look at him. When Johnathan was talking, always stay quiet. When Johnathan talked, it was a flash of words going on forever. I pull out my jansport bag and stuff my homework in. I catch a glimpse of Johnathan pulling something out of my locker. I look up. He's holding my soccer ball and bouncing it on his hand. I stab him on his toe with my textbook and gesture to give it back. He frowns and throws the ball at my head. It bounces off my face. I put my hand on my nose where the ball hit me hard. I huff. He laughs. I get up. He laughs. I smack him. He frowns. I smack him again. He rubs his arm. I go for the ball. He goes for me. I push him back. He grins and walks away from where he came from. I pick up the ball and push it back into my locker. I grab my bag, jacket, skateboard and hurry towards the stairs. I hear voices behind me. Probably more losers. Johnathan was getting payback tomorrow morning. I rush don the stairs towards the front office on the other side of the school. A teacher stops me midway. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he asks me. It was Mr. Bernards. Pronounced Ernards. The B was silent. "I think I'm going to the office." I tell him shrugging. "You're a slacker. I can tell by your figure and your speech." he added completely ignoring what I just said. I sigh. "Look, my dad's waiting for me. I really gotta go." I repeated what I said in different words. Mr. Bernards eyed me. "I'll trust ye dis time. I see you again, you'll be doing laps for me." he threatens. I nod and act a bit scared. I walk away and jog when I round the corner. He calls after me but I run anyways until I reach the office. My dad was waiting for me, sitting awkwardly in front of the office. I hurry past him and sign out. I sit down next to him a wooden chair that some kid probably built for a wood workshop project. It could use a cushion. My dad was staring at his phone texting someone named Pablo. I tap him on the shoulder. He looks up surprised and smiles when he sees me. We both get up and walk towards the car.When I reach the car, I'm surprised to see a man sitting in the front seat. He had fair hair and two different colored eyes. His right eye was steel gray and the other was ice blue like Zach's. He smiles at me. I feel unsafe around him for some reason. Maybe even fear. He steps out of the car and shakes my hand. I shake it back uncomfortably. "Hello, I'm Pablo. Your manager." My mouth drops open. I have a manager? Even if I did, it surely wouldn't be this guy! Never! I shoot dad a look. He smiles at me. "You got me a manager?" I hiss coldly through my teeth. My dad smiles unwillingly at me. It looks as if he were under some trance. I'm starting to have doubts about this so called Pablo.
Not Cool, man!

I moved my mouth guard around with my tongue. I sat at the stadium with many people. Probably families. I wanted to get this all over with. Now. I watched a girl take a blw right in the face and smash into the jail in front of me. She crumpled to the ground slowly. She banged her hand on the ring three times. A huge crowd of fans cheered. I blew out a breath. The last match I had played, was fun. I won it but I had doubts about this girl. One of the helping volunteers opened the jail door for me. I wondered where Pablo was. I stepped onto the ring. The girl stared coldly at me. On the screen above the cheering fans, it said Taliyanna vs. Jordyn! I gulped. I didn't like the sound of that. I smiled showing my blue mouth guard. She looked at me as if she wanted to rip out lungs with my mouth guard. The referee stood between us. I got in position. The bell rang. The crowd cheered. "Tal-i-yan-na!" half of them screamed. "Jor-dyn! Jor-dyn! Jor-dyn! Jor-dyn!" I kept my distance from her and my eyes on her too. She reminded me of Pablo. She took the first move. She kicked right at my face. I dodged under her and kicked her balancing leg. She fell. I got up and kicked her in the stomach. The crowd oooohed but they still kept cheering. I went for it again. She caught my foot and slammed me onto the other side. She got up and still not let going of my leg, twisted it. I kept myself quiet from reacting. I balanced myself up on one leg when she was laughing and kicked her in the balls with my balanced leg. I didn't know it worked on girls too. She moved away from me and I got up. I ran for her but she was faking it. I flipped over her and dodged her hands. She got up. Now, the real fight would start. I got ready and so did she. I rounded my hand and went for the basic move, the hook. I went for her face quickly and it hit her. But she kicked me in my stomach. There were a few black spots in front of eyes but that didn't stop her. She went for my stomach. I dodged and jabbed her in the stomach. She groaned but didn't fall to the ground. She landed on top of me in a half of a second. She sat on top of my stomach, pulling my leg. "I play soccer, dude. Not going to work. I punched her in the back of her head real hard and kicked her backwards in her stomach at the same time. She made an "OH!" at the second when the impact hit her. I pushed her off of me. That was disgusting! Girl on top of girl. I shuddered. That was just gay. She got up struggling. When she looked up at me, she had blood dabbed on the side of her mouth. Probably hit her too hard. If I win this game, I'll be the winner of the Part A division. She snarled in anger. She ran towards me. Bad idea. That's like asking sugar from a lion and you're a zebra with a broken leg. I did the famous rising knee strike. My legs were too fast for her. It hit her in the face followed with a loud battle cry from me. I had hit her with my twisted leg. I stumbled a bit as she fell to the ground. She thumped her hand on the ground two times. I waited for the third. She hit the third one softly. I realized that I was breathing hard and my twisted leg was a bit blue. I fell to the ground. My leg was starting to kill me. I looked around for my manager and my dad. If Pablo and dad had stranded me here, I was going to scream and rip all my hair out. If I was old enough or Alcohol wasn't a drug, I would've drank it by now. The door opener guy helped me up onto my feet- foot. I pretended to be fine. "Tanksh." I said with my mouth guard on my top teeth. I had just won the Junior Lightweight Kickboxing Championship and knock out a twelfth grader. I hoped.

Diary Time.

DEAR Delirious DIARY,
I am the official winner of the YEARLY JUNIOR LIGHTWEIGHT KICKBOXING CHAMPIONSHIPS. SO HAPPY. REALLY REALLY HAPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYY! Anyways, I still haven't been asked out to the dance yet... like the past three years. So.... I guess I'm staying home like last year or I might go to the movies... alone. My second place trophy from last year's kickboxing championship was mocking me until Thursday. I moved my second place trophy a bit to the side and placed my new first place golden one in it's place. My dad says it shows my improvement but I like thinking that the improved in being awesome. ;) So, my mom's been quiet for the past days now. Usually she's very outgoing and stuff, but something's going on and nobody's telling me or Derek. My English teacher is harsh since Thursday, when I told him I won the championships. He looked disappointed but took his anger out on me by giving me extra homework. I wonder what got into him. Like, who gives homework now? That was so yesterday! Kidding. That reminds me of Allen Young Walker. A music journalist or something. He's our temporary teacher for this semester. That's fine with me. He makes us study pop hit music and listen to other music, too.