Don't Count The Dead Wind

Chapter 3

He gazed out of the window in his classroom for a great while and noticed that there was ayoung bleep boy wondering around. He wondered what the boy must be thinking. He thought that maybe if the boy was still there maybe he would be able to talk to him.

"Hey!" His teacher snapped. "Quit your daydreaming and solve this problem."

The boy looked up at the board and saw a math computation that grew didn't understand. "I can't. I don't know how."

"Well maybe you should start paying attention and not watch vermin outside. Hm?"

The whole class began to laugh and he slumped down into his seat and buried his face in his arms. He hated when the teacher made an example of him. Absolutely hated it.

Class was released a short while later but the boy was stopped by the teacher and he was made to stay after class.

"That little show you put on today is unacceptable. If you do it again I will expel you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. You have detention on Saturday."

"But-"

"No buts. You brought this on yourself."

The teacher then got up and the boy followed him out of the school and into the yard where the teacher waved his hand at the black boy who hadn't left and the teacher "Get outta here you nigger! You know you ain't welcome here."

The black boy's expression became that of a soldier and he ran off in another direction and once the black was out of sight the teacher promptly went back inside.

The boy began to run after the black boy and he remembered him going down a certain alleyway and he thought he saw him go down into a hole in a warehouse. The boy dropped to his knees and crawled through the hole. He stopped on his knees for a bit until a foot came around and kicked him in the jaw. The boy collapsed to the ground and the black boy crawled on top of him and began to hit him as hard as he could and the boy felt his eyes swell and his mouth fill with blood and he let out a scream of pain when one of his teeth was jammed into his gums.

"You ain't takin this!" The black boy yelled and the boy noticed his eyes where closed. The boy hit the black in his side and the black boy opened his eyes and said. "Ah, shit. Damn. I'm sorry. I thoughts you was that damned teacher. Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'll live. Probably."

"Oh man. I'm so sorry."

"Hey man, don't worry about it. I woulda done the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you not tell on me? I don't wanna be driven outta this here place just yet. Not with the winter months settlin in."

"Okay, I'll just say that I got in a fight."

"Thank you so much."

The boy then left and he walked down an old street that looked to be out of one of those folk songs. The street was littered with trash and holes and cracks. It could be the top layer of hell for all he knew.