Arrogant Much?

Bobby claimed he was "lionized" by everyone at school, that he was the person everyone wanted as a friend. I have known him for most of his life, but have never seen him as arrogant as now. At the beginning I thought it was just a stage, then I realized this narcissistic idiot was changing.

It started in the fifth grade, when Tim (THE geekiest boy in the school) accidentally bumped into Bobby. Tim broke into tears and apologized like CRAZY, but something unexpected happened. Now normally BOBBY would be the one apologizing and crying his eyeballs pink. However this time he was different...WAY different. He grabbed Tim's arm and threw him into the concrete wall with a fierce look in his eyes...a look I have NEVER seen before.

His eyes were big and magnified, he pupil was thin and long. What has he done? I had to be meticulous to help the innocent bystander up, obviously if Bobby had a problem with Tim he would have a problem with me helping him up...but that wasn't the case. Bobby just glared at the kid and walked away...leaving me behind. Poor Tim...his glasses had cracked, his trousers had ripped, and his shirt was stained with blood.

"It's a stage, there's no way Bobby would do this kind of thing." I got Tim on his feet, and helped him limb to the nurse's office. He could barely even limb a meter with a bloody chest and bruised leg. He had always tried to be assimilated into the school crowd and popular clicks, but the people would always put him down and made him feel unwanted. I remembered the dissension between Bobby and I about trying to have Tim as our friend.

"No way! I don't wanna be his friend! He'll ruin my image!" Bobby had said the day before. He stared at me like I was some lunatic.

"Oh my gosh! Will you give it a break? YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE AN IMAGE!" I screamed at him. "Fine, you know what? I'll be his friend, I couldn't care less if you backed me up or not. Go hang out with some other friend." I knew that he'd come crawling back to me backing me up. The next morning after first period he came back and begged me to forgive him...though I could still tell he wasn't happy about befriending Tim. So we started walking and then the event happened. Pretty arrogant huh? Guess that I'll just have to live with it...hopefully he'll change before too long.

The Hidden Compartment

The pale drunk man got down from his bright red truck. Boxes were stowed in the back filled with Styrofoam and picture frames. The Styrofoam shaped as two thumbs stuck together, the picture frames with shiny rims and photos of one bizarre girl. Underneath lay a hidden compartment not even a detective would have noticed. The shade of color was EXACTLY the same as the inside of the box. The only way to open the hidden compartment was either rip through three inches of paper...or just pulling on the tiny latch that you couldn't see with the naked eye in the dark.

"Hurry up you 'Hic' fools! Before the officials come apprehend us on their theory of us conspiring! My God! Just because the country is having an anarchy doesn't mean you have time to laze 'Hic' around!" The man had said screaming it loud enough for the whole border of Mexico to hear. He staggered and pointed to the men carrying the boxes to another motor vehicle. One man-who didn't have the time to tie his shoe-slipped and slid across the concrete floor scraping his knee. The box spun counter-clockwise and eventually hit a tree as it spread the contents around. Suddenly white powder poured onto the street from the secret compartment. Many grams of smuggled in powder could only mean one thing...drugs. Of course the men had no idea what they were really smuggling. After the spill all the men picked up their last boxes and dumped them onto the cold night street. The man who had scraped his knee got up (limping) and lit a match. They all stomped away home as the fire burned profusely, and the pale man...had collapsed.