Mike had many thoughts on his mind, but one in particular was really yanking at him. "Can I go to the washroom?" mike asked the teacher raising his hand. "I told you to go before we left the gas station." His teacher demanded. "I did but I am nervous." Mike replied thinking of the dream he had had the night before. Mike had sort of a special power where all his dreams would come true. "Well that is just too bad." the teacher Snarled back.
Mike ran onto the dock to get back to the land where the washroom was. When he got to the washroom, his luck went downhill from then on. The urinal on the left was over flowing with urine and had plenty of old cigarettes in it as well. Mike chose the right one and started to go when he saw a Mexican come out of one of the stalls. The Mexican man started to say something in Spanish and since mike didn't understand a word he said, he just smiled and nodded.
A few seconds later the man tried taking mikes wallet by pushing mikes' face into the urinal that was filled with urine yelling "drink my pee!" and when mike didn't agree with that he fought back. The man then started yelling and this attracted more Mexicans, but also attracting some class mates on the way. It was Kyle and Travis and mike was surprised. They had never gotten along since the third grade where the incident happened. Mike walked in the school doors on an early morning looking all over for Travis because of a dream he had had the previous night.
His dream was of Travis falling off of the monkey bars and breaking his leg. All though mike didn't know that Travis was to fall because he pushed him. After several minutes of fighting, one of the men pulled out a small hand gun. The next sound was of a gunshot silencing the crowd. Mike then took this chance to escape the Mexicans and get help. "I'll go get help." Mike stated out loud. "Hurry up!" mike heard Kyle yell in agenizing pain. "You've got to put more pressure on the wound." Travis stated, "I know, but we are running out of paper towels."
Mike ran out and saw that the teacher had heard the gun go off and had already called the authorities. Mike looked around wondering what he could do to help Kyle and Travis back in the washroom. He found an old rusty tire iron and picked it up heading back for the fight. Back in the fight, he swung and swung for to hit any one of the Mexicans in the head, but kept missing and missing. Not yet to give up hope, he just decided that they kept moving too fast, so he went for their legs instead. Still missing him, he jumped up and went to tackle the first Mexican, but missed again as the man ducked down still trying to avoid Travis' super punch.
The authorities then showed up and looked at the Mexicans realizing that they were the musk-rat-tears, the gang of Mexicans that were wanted in all but seven states. "One kid was shot, we need an EMT...stat." the officer said talking into his radio. About ten minutes later, the ambulances' siren was going off louder and louder the closer it got, and then the man popped out of the back rolling in the gurney. Mike was surprised of how fast they had gotten there considering the beach at least two hours out of town. "It's a good thing I informed the police ahead of time." Mike started. He then saw who was on the gurney, "I'm too late." He said as the body was rolled pass him.