Noisy Silence
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The following is a Creative Writing essay I had to write for class. The assignment was to take a picture of our choosing and write a story on it. I based the character 'Marcus' after two people, both knew Karate. Marcus was the name of this friend of mine who was a bit on the violent side back in the 4th grade. Didn't like him at times, especially during the headlocks. The other, where the character is more closely based, is Max. Nearly ninety percent of 'Marcus' came from him. Not many people like him.
Enjoy.
Jonathan
Ms. Dennis
English 10
2 April 2009
Noisy Silence
I limped across the field, my feet aching. The last day of school and the sun shined through the clouds, lighting up the Earth I walked on in beauty. The grass bounced the light back, showing off its chloroplast. The trees selfishly did the same, waving in the wind as if it were a model turning for the best angle to let the world see the elegance. The blue sky was doing was it always did: sit at the top of it all, letting God’s green creation find a matching color. The planet Earth was the most eye-catching thing in this universe (and that’s because you can’t see the sun). Earth is that hot girl in third period French. Although, the problem with Earth was that it had a zit. That zit flawed the grace of the planet. That flaw was my so-called “best friend” Marcus.
I swear Marcus could not shut up if his life depended on it. Ever since he started Karate classes back in the third grade, he’s done nothing but talk about how good he was. Truly, I could care less about how to block this punch, press that pressure point, twist this arm, all of that. The fact of the matter was that if he thought you were his friend, you were in for the biggest roller coaster ride of ignorant gloating of a lifetime.
“Jon, seriously, you know no one will try to fight me. They know I’ll take them now fast,” he boasted.
“You’re a black belt, Marcus, people know that,” I responded, thinking if I gave in to it, he’d quiet down.
“Yeah, but sometimes I just want to see them try. I can only use it for self-defense,” he went on. Marcus was skinny. You could find poles thicker then him, but no mouth bigger than what God gave him. It was a motor that ran day and night, and barely stopped for fuel. I felt sorry for his jaw; wondering how it has been going on for so long is mind-boggling.
“Well with the way you talk about your skills, don’t you think you’re bound to receive a challenger?” I retorted.
He looked up with his disgusting smile, his perfect white teeth about as smug as he was, “I don’t talk the talk if I don’t walk the walk. I’m not challenging anyone, I’m simply warning everyone.”
“Not to mess with you?”
“Exactly.”
At this point, considering we were both so far from the rest of the class, earshot was completely lost. He was behind me as we walked, a distance not too far but not too close. The temptation to turn around a punch him was great, like the devil was speaking to my subconscious. Maybe it was the Earth itself asking me to. All I needed to do was find a way to shut him up.
“Did I already show you how to block a direct strike?” He asked; he practically beseeched me to give him a chance.
I heard the snap of his jaw shutting closed, the wind of his neck going backwards and his body about to repel with it, and finally the beautiful, sweet noisy silence. It was me, the beautiful grass and trees, and the face of the Earth whispering “Bonsoir” to Marcus.
My feet felt massaged. Well, my left foot anyway.
~AA
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