Saturday, February 13, 2010

The Game of.....

I am taking a creative writing class and is the very rough draft of the short, short story I am writing for it.

CHICKEN, I thought I's so cool, too cool to die, too cool to burn, well let's test that. I'm freakin' out at this point, my seatbelt has me stuck, and I can smell the smoke. I watch movies, cars on fire blow up. All I wanted was to show I wasn't a coward, chicken.

They keep pushin' me though, they'd never let me be. So I had somethin' to show and let them say what it'd be, chicken. Not real smart but they'd got me in a corner. So they got us facin' each other, me in the car, and their leader lookin' at me, just standin' there. I wait 'til they've got it all set up and they wave at me, so I put my foot on the gas. It would've been fine if the guy would've just moved out of my way. He had no business holdin' out so long. I'd already promised I wouldn't turn first 'cause loosing would have no point.

I figure I've lost as I get my seatbelt off, 'cause last time I looked he was still standin' there and the car's in a tree. I don't know for sure 'cause the last few seconds my eyes were closed, chicken. I get the door open an' get out. People are clappin' me on the back an' tellin' me how great I am, I don't get it. So they tell me he ran an' I kept on goin' straight, so I've won. They figure it's the first time he's lost, so I'm sort of a hero.

So now I'm gonna be left alone, which was all I wanted, but I wrecked the family car an' the cops came, ended up at the station. I'm a minor so it doesn't matter much turns out, first time too, got off light considerin' all they said I'd done. My mom says she's sendin' me to Oklahoma to stay with Grandma. So none of it changes 'cause no one's gonna believe me if I talk about this over there. I figure people'll mess with me there just like here, I don't look like much. Guess I'll have to do it all over when I get there to prove it. I'm no chicken.


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