A few week's ago, as writing club was sitting down for our weekly group, Savon Clark strolled on in and for the first time ever, placed in front of me a little something he's been working on in his spare time. (Maybe with a little creative advising from Mr. Sean Mayfield...)
When I picked up the two pages Savon presented me with, I was pleasantly surprised to find that he has began to write his own little piece of fiction...
Fire Boy, by Savon Clark.
"Alrighty class, that's the bell. I'll see you guys tomorrow and remember to check the matchups on the board for tomorrow's final on your way out!" Mr. Grange said.
Jason was the first one towards the door, and sprinted towards the board, followed by a rush of kids.
"No way, yes!!" Jason yelled.
"Jason, why so excited?" Ryan, Jason's friend, asked.
"I got that stupid cocky Conner, I've been waiting to kick his butt for the longest!" Jason exclaimed.
"Jason, are you sure you're even ready to for him, he does have a pretty stout record and he's just our age." Ryan replied.
"I don't care, tomorrow he's going down!" Jason said.
"Just then a blue-eyed, blue-haired boy walks through the crowd of kids, he looks at the board for a second, then he looks at Jason.
"Pttf, looks like another easy 'A' for me." The boy said.
"What did you say?" Jason asked.
"You heard me, don't try to act stupid now." The boy replied.
"You know what Conor, I've got the nerve to shut you up right now." Jason fired back.
"Jason, we all know you don't have the guts, nerves or even the brains to try to something as foolish as to attempt to touch me." Conor replied.
"Let's not fight now guys." Ryan reasoned
Just then a crowd started to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
At that moment, Mr. Grange decided to step in, "Alright, that's enough, we'll save the fighting for tomorrow, got it?"
"Yeah, alright." Said Conor.
"Sure." Said Jason.
"Ok." Said Ryan.
After that, both Ryan and Jason left the classroom, and then Jeffrey H. Picdonald Elementary School. As they were walking Ryan said, "Jason, you can't just let Conor get you worked up like that!"
Jason said, "Easy for you to say, he's been talking trash for the longest, and-"
"Yeah, and that's all it is, trash, Jason." Ryan interrupted.
Jason thought on it for a moment and agreed, "Yeah, you're right."
"My point exactly." Said Ryan.
"Who are you supposed to be fighting tomorrow anyway, I got so worked up I didn't even look." Admitted Jason
"I'm supposed to fight Raymond tomorrow." Ryan answered.
"Ewwww...good luck with that one..." Jason said.
"Yeah, I'll need it. But what's going on with you and Stephanie?" Ryan asked.
"Nothing!! She is just another girl at school, nothing special..." Jason replied.
"Sure it is, Sure." Ryan said with some sarcasm.
That's when they came to a split in the road. They said their goodbyes and Ryan went to the right, while Jason went to the left. Shortly afterward, Jason was already on te porch of his house. He then stuck his key inside the door handle, unlocked it and opened it. When he then shut and locked it, his mother was the first to greet him.
"Hi Jason, how was school?" She asked.
"Hey mom, school was good." He mumbled as he rushed up the stairs. Once he got up there he knocked on a door twice.
"Hey, it's you. You're home a little early, I'll be there in a second." A voice said.
A few moments later, a very slim figure popped out from the door and spoke, "Hey are you ready for the last day?"
"Of course I am, I need to kick someones butt tomorrow. You know it's the last day of school right Zeke?" Jason replied.
"Yeah, I know, we better get going unless you want to take a break?" Zeke asked.
"Do you think Conor is taking a break, I don't think so..." Jason said.
"Then let's go." Zeke said.
Jason and Zeke were leaving the house when their mom told Zeke, "Zeke, don't let you brother get hurt today, ok?"
"Alrighty mom." Zeke said, and then they left.
To be continued....
Excellent job so far, Savon (and Sean...) Keep it going so we can see what happens next!