Underneath My Skin
My name is Makius. I am 15 years old, and I hate my life. My parents are dead, I have no friends, I get bullied every day, and the worst of it is that I can’t do anything about it. I now live in Omaha, Nebraska with my aunt, Patrice, who just made 21 and is never home. She is my last living relative.
At school this kid named Brian messes me all the time. I never fight back because I’m just peaceful like that. I get good grades (I have nothing else to do with my spare time except homework). I earn my own money by playing craps behind the school with loaded dice. That’s why I don’t have any friends.
So I was walking home and here comes Brian with his sidekick Jim. Brian says, “Hey punk how’s it goin’?” Then Jim says, “Yeah punk.” I say, “I’m doing fine.” “Gimme all your money, or my fist and your face will become good friends.” Then he pushes me. All of a sudden, something came over and I just start wailing on the guy. I get up, look at Jim and say, “You want some of this?” He stands there in fear for a while and runs away. The rest of the way home I kept thinking about what happened, thinking about what came over me. In the middle of deep thought, I heard a voice say, “It was me.” I looked around and no one was there. So I blew it off and went on home.