Ben's Story (for Mr. Kastl's class in 12th grade)
I wrote this story in 12th grade and it is through the eyes of a young man different than the one who is typing this now. The names have not been changed, they are all real people and if you want to contact the poor little bitch that this is about then his name is Ben Reichard, I'm sure you can find it somewhere. Enjoy!
They always gathered together outside of the ice cream shop. Candy cigarettes rolled up in their sleeves, their hair slicked back, they thought they were so cool. So did I. Ever since I first heard of them I dreamed of being in the T-Birds.
The T-Birds had everything that I've ever wanted. They had the looks, the intimidation factor, the girls, and most importantly the sense of belonging. I hadn't had that since before all of my old friends learned of my nighttime control problem. The only things I had to get me through those rough years were my stuffed bear and a surplus of adolescent diapers.
Those days were behind me, however, and I was looking for companionship once again, this time in the form of four rebellious teenagers.
I looked down the hallway, the T-Birds were approaching. I was so excited. As they came near I locked eyes with Jon, the leader. He had gorgeous blue eyes. Crystal blue. They reminded me of swimming pools on those long hot summers from childhood. I suddenly ended my daydream about the luscious hunk as the T-Birds came to a halt right in front of me. I started to say something but the groups roaring laughter interrupted me. I looked down and realized my worst fear. A patch of liquid had turned my blue jeans a darker shade. I felt the liquid cascade down my leg like a waterfall, and drip down into a large, deep, disgusting puddle of urine.
I did not know what to do. My entire face turned beat red from the embarrassment of what I had just done in front of the coolest gang in school. The laughter died down and gave birth to uncomfortable silence.
"What is that?" David asked, already knowing the answer to his own question.
There was nothing I could say to fix the situation, and there was nothing I could do. So I ran. I ran for my house, ran for my comforts-my Hello Kitty poster, my razor blades, and the headshot of my dearest Jon that I had stolen from his girlfriend freshman year. When suddenly, I woke up. It was all a dream. Or was it? Yes, it was.
I had woken up, relieved that my nightmare was not actually a reality. After a while I was able to drag myself out of my soaking wet bed. My naked body glistened in the morning sunlight that had managed to creep through the half open shades. I looked at my weak body in the mirror and instantly thought back to the party at Scott's house last November.
I was riding in Darrell's car on the way to Scott's house. The entire way there all I could do was brag about what a great relationship Amanda and I had. We were only in high school, but we both knew we had something special. Yes, we were in love, and it felt wonderful.
As Darrell turned onto Scott's street it felt like butterflies were playing soccer in my stomach. My excitement only grew as the car came to a stop. Darrell strapped me out of my car seat and I bounced into the party, fully aware of the fact that tonight might just be the night.
I walked up to the door and instantly froze in the middle of the hall. The most popular kid in school, Andy, had his arm around Amanda. I was hot. I felt like I was going to explode as I approached them.
"What the hell are you doing?" I angrily screamed at them.
"Ben, calm down," Amanda said, trying to reason with me, "I thought we had discussed that our relationship has changed."
"I thought that meant we were going to have sex," I shouted.
"Hey buddy, don't talk to my girlfriend that way," Andy calmly said, in his own articulate kind of way.
I clenched my hairy fist in anger, with every intention of knocking this guy out, but took one look at Andy's buldging muscles and decided better of it. Andy didn't, however, and he took one mighty swing at me that knocked my wobbly legs out from under me.
I grabbed my nose as the pain I felt all those months ago came back to bring me to my senses. I stared at my homely reflection and winced.
How could Amanda do that to me I thought. Sure I am feeble, unintelligent, unattractive, unpleasant, unexciting, unable to use the left side of my body, annoying, gullible, disease-ridden, lazy-eyed, big nosed, dented chest, hunchbacked, manner less, careless, friendless, eyebrow less, moody, hairy, voice like a frog, smell like a hog, have fleas like a dog, terrible hygiene, crooked teeth, stinky feet, stubborn, mean to children, no ambition, no direction, no facial hair, cauliflower ear, bad complex, sweaty palms, balding racist, and slightly psychotic, but come on, I was a pretty good catch. Oh well, soon I would be part of the T-Birds, and popularity was sure to follow.
When I arrived at school that morning I felt great. The sun was shining, the strange odor that crept out of every part of my body was mildly nicer than usual, and for the first time in a while, I was happy. Not to mention, I would finally be a part of the T-Birds. I turned the corner and immediately saw them. Andy and Amanda were making out right in front of my locker.
"Oh sorry Ben," Amanda snidely said as she pulled her shirt back on.
"Yeah," Andy chimed in, "We didn't expect you to be here." He was so clever and charming.
They both left, laughing hysterically. As soon as they left I saw them. The T-Birds were standing right behind where handsome Andy and Amanda were tearing my heart to shreds, right in the middle of the hallway, right next to my locker.
I took a deep breath before going near them. I acted as cool as I could when I walked up to my locker. The handle was covered in Amanda's saliva. I quickly moved my hand away, hoping that no one had seen me touch it. When everything was clear, I opened my locker, looking to put away my Ninja Turtle's lunchbox, when all of a sudden, twenty pounds of horse manure spilled out of my locker, creating one huge, smelly, disgusting compost pile right on my new Pumas. The T-Birds couldn't help themselves, they erupted with laughter. After about thirty minutes of their non-stop ridicule they got serious.
Jon looked me straight into my beady little eyes and said, "Listen, Kevin..."
"It's Ben," I corrected.
Jon continued, "That isn't important, Kevin. Now, I know that you have wanted to join the T-Birds for a while now, and I think I have a solution as to how you can make that happen." Jon slowly turned his head, and I followed his icy stare right out the window. There, sitting all alone in the middle of the parking lot was the principal's brand new black Ferrari.
"Steal it," Jon seductively whispered in my ear, "Then we will all love you."
"I don't know," I cowardly replied.
"Amanda will love you."
That was all I had to hear. I stolled out to the parking lot, snuck past the crazy foreign janitor and was on my way to popularity.
I don't want to bore you with the details, mainly, I don't feel like writing this story anymore, so I stole the car and was speeding down the highway.
I looked down at the speedometer; I was going three hundred miles per hour. It was unbelievable. I had lost the cops hours ago but kept on going, when suddenly, the car spun out of control and flipped one hundred and eight times. I died even before the sluggish paramedics could arrive.
When the kids at school heard, many skipped school just to mourn me in person, and to see a dead body. Then, as the dust was clearing, she arrived. As Amanda approached the site of the accident, tears immediately poured out of her beautiful eye sockets.
"I can't believe I ever let this happen to you," she cried, "I never loved Andy, I just went out with him to make you jealous."
She then asked if she could be alone with me for one last intimate moment. She buried her head into my chest, her tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. How appropriate was it that I would be leaving this world with the one person that I have ever loved, and, dare I say, the only person that has ever shared that love? When she craddled my mangled corpse in her loving arms everything was right in the world, and I was finally at peace.
All of a sudden, Andy appeared and stole my wallet. Together they stole my nine hundred and thirty six dollars, laughed at my driver's license picture, and shared one last juicy kiss right in front of me. They sped off in Andy's sweet '92 Ford Aerostar, leaving my bloody carcass in the middle of the road. I had died that day the same way I had lived my pathetic life-alone. But isn't it fitting, I mean, I kind of deserved it anyway.
They always gathered together outside of the ice cream shop. Candy cigarettes rolled up in their sleeves, their hair slicked back, they thought they were so cool. So did I. Ever since I first heard of them I dreamed of being in the T-Birds.
The T-Birds had everything that I've ever wanted. They had the looks, the intimidation factor, the girls, and most importantly the sense of belonging. I hadn't had that since before all of my old friends learned of my nighttime control problem. The only things I had to get me through those rough years were my stuffed bear and a surplus of adolescent diapers.
Those days were behind me, however, and I was looking for companionship once again, this time in the form of four rebellious teenagers.
I looked down the hallway, the T-Birds were approaching. I was so excited. As they came near I locked eyes with Jon, the leader. He had gorgeous blue eyes. Crystal blue. They reminded me of swimming pools on those long hot summers from childhood. I suddenly ended my daydream about the luscious hunk as the T-Birds came to a halt right in front of me. I started to say something but the groups roaring laughter interrupted me. I looked down and realized my worst fear. A patch of liquid had turned my blue jeans a darker shade. I felt the liquid cascade down my leg like a waterfall, and drip down into a large, deep, disgusting puddle of urine.
I did not know what to do. My entire face turned beat red from the embarrassment of what I had just done in front of the coolest gang in school. The laughter died down and gave birth to uncomfortable silence.
"What is that?" David asked, already knowing the answer to his own question.
There was nothing I could say to fix the situation, and there was nothing I could do. So I ran. I ran for my house, ran for my comforts-my Hello Kitty poster, my razor blades, and the headshot of my dearest Jon that I had stolen from his girlfriend freshman year. When suddenly, I woke up. It was all a dream. Or was it? Yes, it was.
I had woken up, relieved that my nightmare was not actually a reality. After a while I was able to drag myself out of my soaking wet bed. My naked body glistened in the morning sunlight that had managed to creep through the half open shades. I looked at my weak body in the mirror and instantly thought back to the party at Scott's house last November.
I was riding in Darrell's car on the way to Scott's house. The entire way there all I could do was brag about what a great relationship Amanda and I had. We were only in high school, but we both knew we had something special. Yes, we were in love, and it felt wonderful.
As Darrell turned onto Scott's street it felt like butterflies were playing soccer in my stomach. My excitement only grew as the car came to a stop. Darrell strapped me out of my car seat and I bounced into the party, fully aware of the fact that tonight might just be the night.
I walked up to the door and instantly froze in the middle of the hall. The most popular kid in school, Andy, had his arm around Amanda. I was hot. I felt like I was going to explode as I approached them.
"What the hell are you doing?" I angrily screamed at them.
"Ben, calm down," Amanda said, trying to reason with me, "I thought we had discussed that our relationship has changed."
"I thought that meant we were going to have sex," I shouted.
"Hey buddy, don't talk to my girlfriend that way," Andy calmly said, in his own articulate kind of way.
I clenched my hairy fist in anger, with every intention of knocking this guy out, but took one look at Andy's buldging muscles and decided better of it. Andy didn't, however, and he took one mighty swing at me that knocked my wobbly legs out from under me.
I grabbed my nose as the pain I felt all those months ago came back to bring me to my senses. I stared at my homely reflection and winced.
How could Amanda do that to me I thought. Sure I am feeble, unintelligent, unattractive, unpleasant, unexciting, unable to use the left side of my body, annoying, gullible, disease-ridden, lazy-eyed, big nosed, dented chest, hunchbacked, manner less, careless, friendless, eyebrow less, moody, hairy, voice like a frog, smell like a hog, have fleas like a dog, terrible hygiene, crooked teeth, stinky feet, stubborn, mean to children, no ambition, no direction, no facial hair, cauliflower ear, bad complex, sweaty palms, balding racist, and slightly psychotic, but come on, I was a pretty good catch. Oh well, soon I would be part of the T-Birds, and popularity was sure to follow.
When I arrived at school that morning I felt great. The sun was shining, the strange odor that crept out of every part of my body was mildly nicer than usual, and for the first time in a while, I was happy. Not to mention, I would finally be a part of the T-Birds. I turned the corner and immediately saw them. Andy and Amanda were making out right in front of my locker.
"Oh sorry Ben," Amanda snidely said as she pulled her shirt back on.
"Yeah," Andy chimed in, "We didn't expect you to be here." He was so clever and charming.
They both left, laughing hysterically. As soon as they left I saw them. The T-Birds were standing right behind where handsome Andy and Amanda were tearing my heart to shreds, right in the middle of the hallway, right next to my locker.
I took a deep breath before going near them. I acted as cool as I could when I walked up to my locker. The handle was covered in Amanda's saliva. I quickly moved my hand away, hoping that no one had seen me touch it. When everything was clear, I opened my locker, looking to put away my Ninja Turtle's lunchbox, when all of a sudden, twenty pounds of horse manure spilled out of my locker, creating one huge, smelly, disgusting compost pile right on my new Pumas. The T-Birds couldn't help themselves, they erupted with laughter. After about thirty minutes of their non-stop ridicule they got serious.
Jon looked me straight into my beady little eyes and said, "Listen, Kevin..."
"It's Ben," I corrected.
Jon continued, "That isn't important, Kevin. Now, I know that you have wanted to join the T-Birds for a while now, and I think I have a solution as to how you can make that happen." Jon slowly turned his head, and I followed his icy stare right out the window. There, sitting all alone in the middle of the parking lot was the principal's brand new black Ferrari.
"Steal it," Jon seductively whispered in my ear, "Then we will all love you."
"I don't know," I cowardly replied.
"Amanda will love you."
That was all I had to hear. I stolled out to the parking lot, snuck past the crazy foreign janitor and was on my way to popularity.
I don't want to bore you with the details, mainly, I don't feel like writing this story anymore, so I stole the car and was speeding down the highway.
I looked down at the speedometer; I was going three hundred miles per hour. It was unbelievable. I had lost the cops hours ago but kept on going, when suddenly, the car spun out of control and flipped one hundred and eight times. I died even before the sluggish paramedics could arrive.
When the kids at school heard, many skipped school just to mourn me in person, and to see a dead body. Then, as the dust was clearing, she arrived. As Amanda approached the site of the accident, tears immediately poured out of her beautiful eye sockets.
"I can't believe I ever let this happen to you," she cried, "I never loved Andy, I just went out with him to make you jealous."
She then asked if she could be alone with me for one last intimate moment. She buried her head into my chest, her tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. How appropriate was it that I would be leaving this world with the one person that I have ever loved, and, dare I say, the only person that has ever shared that love? When she craddled my mangled corpse in her loving arms everything was right in the world, and I was finally at peace.
All of a sudden, Andy appeared and stole my wallet. Together they stole my nine hundred and thirty six dollars, laughed at my driver's license picture, and shared one last juicy kiss right in front of me. They sped off in Andy's sweet '92 Ford Aerostar, leaving my bloody carcass in the middle of the road. I had died that day the same way I had lived my pathetic life-alone. But isn't it fitting, I mean, I kind of deserved it anyway.