I'm a part of it

Chapter 7: Drew

It's a goddamn mess. The fishbowl with the papers are floating around the room. Someone messed it and left out many paper out. I wrote new challenging tasks, 'thanks to someone' I get to maintain the count of the papers inside the bowl. I was thinking of using four more people and before I get into it, I walk outside the building. Already spotted people lining up for me.
   "Are you all here for the new convention?" I ask.
   "YES, I'M A TEENAGER." A front row said onto me.
   "I only take one person at a time. I guess you," I talked to the guy and said. "Grab a piece of paper in the fishbowl and we'll discuss inside the building."
   "Doesn't seem bad." He stared at my face and later, looking down. "Would you rather punch this man in the face or in the guts with a boxing glove?" He looks like heart struck by his vision. "I wouldn't want that to happen especially with a face like yours."
   "You have to do it and utilize the use of this paper." We walked inside the building and people were raging outside the door. They are madman.

   We walked over the office of the employees and his wide eyes were shining. I came here last summer and I'm saying that this must be a dream in the head. Something that I won't wake myself into with the chandeliers above-high and the whole furniture looking so grand. I realized that this is important to dedicate a lifetime here and which is why, it is a job to die for.
   We head up to the elevator and we always run to fellow co-workers and that's the start of our conduction. The point of introducing oneself.
   "I'm Drew, I'm here for Paul's convention." Drew to the fellow workers was unserious. His height reached above them: looking like a giant and a monster to die for. "How is this gonna take place, sir?"
   "First of all, you may call me Paul and we're on a first-name basis," I say. Drew become comfortable than he was in the elevator when we first step on to the hallway of the office. "I may have to conduct an analysis between your emotions and your reaction. Seems that I got it."
   "Isn't punching someone an assault?"
   "It is."
   "I always feel bad whenever I punch somebody, it makes me feel like an idiot." Drew looking up at the cardboard box beside him. Checking it is like an indoor-delivery mail guy, they are snooping. "I don't get it though."

   I gave him moments to discuss about his choice. While deciding, Drew contemplates throughout watching people work. I wonder what's popping up in his mind for a while.
   "Whatever you do, I would let you know that this is for the youth," I stared at Drew. "It's to overcome your fear of being the less confident person in your life. I began wondering that through my childhood and I must say punching someone is the best strength to have. Not because of violence but the courage and humility for the person beside you is someone you fully trust. And that is what I call a choice." Drew suddenly stood in the cardboard box. Paving his way an overview throughout the windows as if he was looking for a camera.
   "I hope so, I choose punching Paul's face." Drew stared at his knuckles being more eager than it was before
   Nobody has a perfect option to pick into. As I watch his knees grow weary beneath the light shade, I can tell he was ready for this world. Without losing points for his commitment, Drew became another person who scurried his decision rather than avoiding it.