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Kids In Kickball
by seriousinfuser
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9 years ago
If you like stories like Araby then I guess you might like this one. I don't think I can describe anything about it that won't just be plain spoilers, it's not long of a read. I'll try and add more to the story but seeing as how I can't think of an overarching title for this "series" I'm having fun with I just gave this one it's own title instead of whatever-title chp1 or something like that. Oh yeah and if you're paranoid (I know I would be) about the doc being hacked or something I'll just put the thing here. Anyways enjoy.
Kids in Kickball
“There are three types of nouns, pronouns, proper nouns, and common nouns.”
“I am your father Luke. Bzzz Pshew.”
“Can anyone tell me what a pronoun is?”
“No, no, no. That can’t be true. That’s IMPOSSIBLE!"
“I think it’s words like “he” or “she”, words like those.”
“Yes, exactly, and what about proper nouns.”
“Oh but I am. It is your DESTINY. Force choke, Argh.”
“No I won’t let you take me, I’ll never join the dark side. Pssh pchaw.”
Markers clack against each other.
“Dun Dun Dun duhhhhh duh duhhhhhh dun duh duhhhhhhh.”
“Oh oh oh, proper nouns are nouns that are the names of places and people.”
“Yes, but Tim next time raise your- Michael sit down and start paying attention in class or at least stop making those noises.”
Michael is playing charades at the back of the class, substituting lightsabers with connected markers and holding them together with tape. He has a Darth Vader helmet on and is acting out both parts.
“But Ms. McCormick the next Star Wars movie is gonna come out next week and I need to learn the ways of the force. Whoosh, whoosh.”
The teacher lost her patience.
“Michael get back in your seat with the rest of the class right-“
A loud sound not unlike a fart rang out abruptly.
“Eeeewww,” a lot Michael’s classmates clamored.
“You know what, never mind just keep it down.”
The scent of something rank flows into the nostrils of a very sharp nose. His snout scrunches up a little in repulsion of the foul smell. Michael resumes his solo roleplaying with quieter sound effects.
Lunch
The smell of food salivates Lupus’s tongue, almost making him want to pant like a normal dog. He would usually be so hungry by the time lunch time rolls around that he would get on line before his table would even be called and cut the people in front of him. No one would stop him though, how could they? He’s taller than all the rest of the kids by a large margin, and far superior in strength and speed. Coupled with him being the only fur in a mostly human school he was either respected or feared. Normally he would go to a school for furs but because of his academic excellence he exhibited early his parents were able to get him in. Lupus grabbed his food quickly and sat down with his friends. Pizza, chocolate milk, and a cinnamon stick, good enough to fill the stomach.
By the time everyone else got their food he had finished his. There are two tables for their class, one where the girls sat in and one for boys. Michael sat at either the far end of where all the other boys sat or in the middle. If he sat at the end with them, they would move to the other far end.
“Hey Andrew, what you think you got on the last math test?” Timothy asked.
“90,” he replied.
“How’d you do number 8, the one where you had to multiply by something and do a square root?”
“She switches the questions on our tests,” John Peters chimed in.
“Yeah I think she does, cuz I remember my number 8 being a word problem,” Andrew said.
“I know I got a 100 on my test, it was easy,” Michael said.
“Nobody cares Michael,” Andrew spat derisively.
“Humph, you’re just jealous cuz I’m smarter,” Michael retorted.
“Yeah, sure,” John Peters said.
Michael went back to la la land at his end of the table. Lupus was grateful to him in a weird way. Blood red fur and a large bushy tail normally ostracizes him from other humans. There’s always the outsider in a group and Lupus was glad it was Michael and not him.
“We playin kickball again?” Andrew asked.
They all said yes at various times.
“I call Lupus on my team,” Timothy said while raising his hand
“Aw no fair I want him on my team,” said John Walden
“I call team captain,” Lupus grunted.
Recess
Lupus and Andrew are team captains. 8 people are on each team and Michael was picked last as usual. The laughing and talking of thousands of kids on the big grass field everyone played on agitated Lupus.
“Everyone back up,” Andrew said.
Lupus’s team batted up first and Lupus always went first when that happens. Andrew’s the pitcher, he coils his arm around the rubber blue kickball to prepare his throw. Lupus backs up from the base, preparing to run up. They stare into each other’s eyes, assessing each other. Andrew couldn’t keep his intense gaze and looks at the people manning the other bases. Lupus smiles, his snout curling back to make it look more like a toothy snarl, he is the more powerful alpha.
Andrew throws the ball. It curves fast on the left side, making it very difficult for someone to land a kick. Lupus isn’t fazed at all, he runs up and kicks it squarely with all his might. It soared far into backfield. Lupus smoothly transitions into a run, passing first and closing on second when the ball starts to descend.
Michael runs towards the ball, matching its speed like how one would catch a football. He puts his arms forward and jumps.
It hits him straight in the face.
Michael sprawls on the ground, clutching his nose. The ball springs up, giving just enough height for Thomas to come and catch it.
“Aaahhh,” he yelped.
He rocks back and forth on the ground for a little bit before he suddenly jumps up with a smile on his face.
“You okay?” Thomas asks.
“Yep I’m good”, he says confidently
Blood dribbles down a bright red cut that appears on the bridge of his nose.
“I think you should go to the nurse,” Timothy yells from first base.
“Naw I’m good,” he yells back, throwing the ball back to Andrew. He puts his finger in his mouth, touches the injury, and puts it back in his mouth.
“My blood is IRON,” he says in a heroic sounding voice.
The game continues. Michael didn’t ask for an apology from Lupus and he didn’t give one.
It was nearing the end of recess, Lupus is winning 7-6 and Andrew’s team has 1 out and 2 kids on second and third. John Peters comes up to bat.
Lupus ends it quickly, rolling the ball as hard as he can. John Peters kicks it but is barely able to lift it up as it flies back sideways. John Walden, whose catcher, manages an amazing catch. John Peters limps back in line saying “Ow ow ow” repeatedly.
Michael comes up to the plate. “You got this Michael,” Andrew said.
“Yeah I know, for I am the hero, come to save the world from GODZIRRA.” He points at Lupus with a crooked finger and then the sky.
“For my kick is the kick that will PIERCE THE HEAVENS.” Michael readies himself, meeting the killer eyes the wolf gives him.
Michael grins
Lupus growls
Michael grins wider
Not yet dried blood dropped drips down from his face. Lupus smells that blood and it drives him wild. He throws the ball with more force than he thought he had.
It zooms past, fast as a bullet and homing for the plate. Michael doesn’t hesitate to kick it. It shoots straight up, but before it did it took a quick pot shot at Michael’s chin. Michael flops over backwards, left leg out and right folded back in a painful looking stretch.
The ball really did fly up to the heavens. The grayish-blue ball blended well with the background of the grayish clouds. Lupus could see it easily and follows in pursuit. Tim runs into Lupus to also catch the ball and gets trampled, which allows the ball to hit the earth.
“Run, run,” Andrew yelled.
Michael rises to his feet again and half-limps/runs to first base. Lupus caught the ball on the second bounce and beamed it to first. Michael trips and face plants the ground. David catches the ball and tags Michael out.
Someone ran to home plate. It was a tie 7-7.
The bell to end recess rings.
Michael has trouble getting up. Lupus picks up the abandoned kickball. Somehow wet blood clung to it. He licks it, savoring the delicious taste of it even if the rubber of the kickball dilutes it a bit. Lupus looked at Michael, pondering whether he should help him up. Ultimately he decides it was his own fault and he should get up himself. Besides a teacher would see him eventually.
Michael rises to his feet again, more blood blossoming this time from his chin, whispering in a weak voice that only someone with sensitive ears could hear.
“A true hero doesn’t have any weaknesses.”
He dusts his knees of the grass, whistles, and walks off as if nothing ever happened
Kids in Kickball
“There are three types of nouns, pronouns, proper nouns, and common nouns.”
“I am your father Luke. Bzzz Pshew.”
“Can anyone tell me what a pronoun is?”
“No, no, no. That can’t be true. That’s IMPOSSIBLE!"
“I think it’s words like “he” or “she”, words like those.”
“Yes, exactly, and what about proper nouns.”
“Oh but I am. It is your DESTINY. Force choke, Argh.”
“No I won’t let you take me, I’ll never join the dark side. Pssh pchaw.”
Markers clack against each other.
“Dun Dun Dun duhhhhh duh duhhhhhh dun duh duhhhhhhh.”
“Oh oh oh, proper nouns are nouns that are the names of places and people.”
“Yes, but Tim next time raise your- Michael sit down and start paying attention in class or at least stop making those noises.”
Michael is playing charades at the back of the class, substituting lightsabers with connected markers and holding them together with tape. He has a Darth Vader helmet on and is acting out both parts.
“But Ms. McCormick the next Star Wars movie is gonna come out next week and I need to learn the ways of the force. Whoosh, whoosh.”
The teacher lost her patience.
“Michael get back in your seat with the rest of the class right-“
A loud sound not unlike a fart rang out abruptly.
“Eeeewww,” a lot Michael’s classmates clamored.
“You know what, never mind just keep it down.”
The scent of something rank flows into the nostrils of a very sharp nose. His snout scrunches up a little in repulsion of the foul smell. Michael resumes his solo roleplaying with quieter sound effects.
Lunch
The smell of food salivates Lupus’s tongue, almost making him want to pant like a normal dog. He would usually be so hungry by the time lunch time rolls around that he would get on line before his table would even be called and cut the people in front of him. No one would stop him though, how could they? He’s taller than all the rest of the kids by a large margin, and far superior in strength and speed. Coupled with him being the only fur in a mostly human school he was either respected or feared. Normally he would go to a school for furs but because of his academic excellence he exhibited early his parents were able to get him in. Lupus grabbed his food quickly and sat down with his friends. Pizza, chocolate milk, and a cinnamon stick, good enough to fill the stomach.
By the time everyone else got their food he had finished his. There are two tables for their class, one where the girls sat in and one for boys. Michael sat at either the far end of where all the other boys sat or in the middle. If he sat at the end with them, they would move to the other far end.
“Hey Andrew, what you think you got on the last math test?” Timothy asked.
“90,” he replied.
“How’d you do number 8, the one where you had to multiply by something and do a square root?”
“She switches the questions on our tests,” John Peters chimed in.
“Yeah I think she does, cuz I remember my number 8 being a word problem,” Andrew said.
“I know I got a 100 on my test, it was easy,” Michael said.
“Nobody cares Michael,” Andrew spat derisively.
“Humph, you’re just jealous cuz I’m smarter,” Michael retorted.
“Yeah, sure,” John Peters said.
Michael went back to la la land at his end of the table. Lupus was grateful to him in a weird way. Blood red fur and a large bushy tail normally ostracizes him from other humans. There’s always the outsider in a group and Lupus was glad it was Michael and not him.
“We playin kickball again?” Andrew asked.
They all said yes at various times.
“I call Lupus on my team,” Timothy said while raising his hand
“Aw no fair I want him on my team,” said John Walden
“I call team captain,” Lupus grunted.
Recess
Lupus and Andrew are team captains. 8 people are on each team and Michael was picked last as usual. The laughing and talking of thousands of kids on the big grass field everyone played on agitated Lupus.
“Everyone back up,” Andrew said.
Lupus’s team batted up first and Lupus always went first when that happens. Andrew’s the pitcher, he coils his arm around the rubber blue kickball to prepare his throw. Lupus backs up from the base, preparing to run up. They stare into each other’s eyes, assessing each other. Andrew couldn’t keep his intense gaze and looks at the people manning the other bases. Lupus smiles, his snout curling back to make it look more like a toothy snarl, he is the more powerful alpha.
Andrew throws the ball. It curves fast on the left side, making it very difficult for someone to land a kick. Lupus isn’t fazed at all, he runs up and kicks it squarely with all his might. It soared far into backfield. Lupus smoothly transitions into a run, passing first and closing on second when the ball starts to descend.
Michael runs towards the ball, matching its speed like how one would catch a football. He puts his arms forward and jumps.
It hits him straight in the face.
Michael sprawls on the ground, clutching his nose. The ball springs up, giving just enough height for Thomas to come and catch it.
“Aaahhh,” he yelped.
He rocks back and forth on the ground for a little bit before he suddenly jumps up with a smile on his face.
“You okay?” Thomas asks.
“Yep I’m good”, he says confidently
Blood dribbles down a bright red cut that appears on the bridge of his nose.
“I think you should go to the nurse,” Timothy yells from first base.
“Naw I’m good,” he yells back, throwing the ball back to Andrew. He puts his finger in his mouth, touches the injury, and puts it back in his mouth.
“My blood is IRON,” he says in a heroic sounding voice.
The game continues. Michael didn’t ask for an apology from Lupus and he didn’t give one.
It was nearing the end of recess, Lupus is winning 7-6 and Andrew’s team has 1 out and 2 kids on second and third. John Peters comes up to bat.
Lupus ends it quickly, rolling the ball as hard as he can. John Peters kicks it but is barely able to lift it up as it flies back sideways. John Walden, whose catcher, manages an amazing catch. John Peters limps back in line saying “Ow ow ow” repeatedly.
Michael comes up to the plate. “You got this Michael,” Andrew said.
“Yeah I know, for I am the hero, come to save the world from GODZIRRA.” He points at Lupus with a crooked finger and then the sky.
“For my kick is the kick that will PIERCE THE HEAVENS.” Michael readies himself, meeting the killer eyes the wolf gives him.
Michael grins
Lupus growls
Michael grins wider
Not yet dried blood dropped drips down from his face. Lupus smells that blood and it drives him wild. He throws the ball with more force than he thought he had.
It zooms past, fast as a bullet and homing for the plate. Michael doesn’t hesitate to kick it. It shoots straight up, but before it did it took a quick pot shot at Michael’s chin. Michael flops over backwards, left leg out and right folded back in a painful looking stretch.
The ball really did fly up to the heavens. The grayish-blue ball blended well with the background of the grayish clouds. Lupus could see it easily and follows in pursuit. Tim runs into Lupus to also catch the ball and gets trampled, which allows the ball to hit the earth.
“Run, run,” Andrew yelled.
Michael rises to his feet again and half-limps/runs to first base. Lupus caught the ball on the second bounce and beamed it to first. Michael trips and face plants the ground. David catches the ball and tags Michael out.
Someone ran to home plate. It was a tie 7-7.
The bell to end recess rings.
Michael has trouble getting up. Lupus picks up the abandoned kickball. Somehow wet blood clung to it. He licks it, savoring the delicious taste of it even if the rubber of the kickball dilutes it a bit. Lupus looked at Michael, pondering whether he should help him up. Ultimately he decides it was his own fault and he should get up himself. Besides a teacher would see him eventually.
Michael rises to his feet again, more blood blossoming this time from his chin, whispering in a weak voice that only someone with sensitive ears could hear.
“A true hero doesn’t have any weaknesses.”
He dusts his knees of the grass, whistles, and walks off as if nothing ever happened
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