Cigarettes

1950-part 1

1950
8:00 a.m.

I woke for school as usual. I was your normal 9th grader. Always worrying about grades and stuff like that. Never would it cross my mind that I would get a girlfriend. Usually, in 9th grade, when you said you had a girlfriend the only thing you would tell people is that you took her on a date and then made out. That's what greasers did. They'd use girls for certain things, and then when they were done the girls would be drunk as ever and start saying things that just don't make sense. I would know this because I have seen this type of thing before. Anyway, I woke as usual and went to go get some cereal. I sat down and the table and started eating. "Good morning, sunshine!" My mother always calls me sunshine for a nickname. It's getting kind of old now. "Mornin', Mom."
"The bus is here, sweetheart."
"Bye, Mom." I hopped right on into the bus. There were no seats available in the front. That means I have to go to . . . the back. The back is where all the greasers sit. I've sat there before, and I have nothing against greasers, but they always seem to try to shove cigarettes in my mouth. They've been successful before. They lit it and I about choked half to death. I made my way to the back. I stood there like an idiot deciding which seat to sit in. "Well look what we have here," one of the greasers said, "we've got a dork comin' on back here."
"Well, better a dork than an imbecile." I said.
"What did you just say?"
"I said you are an imbecile. Actually a better description would be an ignorant imbecile." The greaser got up and started choking me. My hands started clawing at his skin. He was as strong as an ox. He was not coming down. I managed to get a punch in the head. Oh Lord. He's gonna kill me now. I gulped loudly as I choked for air. He was gonna kill me. I spotted a knife in his back pocket. I reached for it, but his friend got to it first. He held up the knife and was about to strike. "Boys!" It was the principle.
"No, no, no. Don't!"

I want to thank people for actually reading my stories. Please comment for new ideas on new parts for this. Thanx.
-ELC