....It had been 8 years since Jack met Donald Harrison, and how he wished it had never happened. The kid was nothing but trouble. Now at the age of 13, Donald was a terror. And not only did Donald know it, he seemed to enjoy it.
Jack watched as Donald threw a wadded up piece of paper at the back of Nick Pipkus' head and laughed when the poor kid freaked out. The teacher turned around and shot Donald a look. He shrugged and tried to play innocent, though he didn't really care if she busted him or not.
Jack was growing tired of his classmate being such a punk. When he pulled a worm from his shirt pocket and slid it down the back of one of the girls shirts, making her squeal in terror, Jack decided he'd had enough. He was going to show Donald just what being an asshole felt like to others.
After school, he followed Donald home. Once he knew where his repugnant classmate lived, he walked to the corner store and bought a carton of eggs using what was left of his lunch money for that day, then returned to the house.
He found great joy in pelting the front door with the entire dozen of eggs, and decided he'd wait in the bushes until they noticed. It just so happened that Donald's father had heard the thumps and came to see what it was.
Upon inspection of the door and front porch, the man's face turned purple and he began to yell at the top of his voice, cursing Donald and his little hellion friends. Jack was shocked that Donald's father would yell at him in such a way, until he noticed the slurring in the man's speech.
Donald hurried to the porch with a rag and bucket of soapy water. His father cursed him once more, calling him a stringful of colorful words, telling him to clean up the mess, and slammed the door. Donald stared at the door for a moment, before kneeling and wetting the rag in the bucket.
Jack felt horrible. Now he understood why Donald was the way he was. For a moment, he sat in the bushes wondering if he should just leave and never speak of this. But his conscience got the better of him and he stood, brushing the dirt off the seat of his pants, and went to the porch.
Donald saw him walking up, and looked away. Jack knelt beside his long time pain in the ass, and held out his hand. Donald looked at him questioningly, until Jack reached out and took the rag from him. The look on Donald's face was filled with gratitude. He ran to the garage and retrieved another rag, and together the two boys cleaned up the porch.
Walking home later, with plans to meet for pizza and video games that weekend with Donald, he made himself a promise not to judge others too harshly, and to find out the truth before acting on it. He was glad this time he made a friend instead of destroying someone he thought to be a heartless enemy.
Jack was growing tired of his classmate being such a punk. When he pulled a worm from his shirt pocket and slid it down the back of one of the girls shirts, making her squeal in terror, Jack decided he'd had enough. He was going to show Donald just what being an asshole felt like to others.
After school, he followed Donald home. Once he knew where his repugnant classmate lived, he walked to the corner store and bought a carton of eggs using what was left of his lunch money for that day, then returned to the house.
He found great joy in pelting the front door with the entire dozen of eggs, and decided he'd wait in the bushes until they noticed. It just so happened that Donald's father had heard the thumps and came to see what it was.
Upon inspection of the door and front porch, the man's face turned purple and he began to yell at the top of his voice, cursing Donald and his little hellion friends. Jack was shocked that Donald's father would yell at him in such a way, until he noticed the slurring in the man's speech.
Donald hurried to the porch with a rag and bucket of soapy water. His father cursed him once more, calling him a stringful of colorful words, telling him to clean up the mess, and slammed the door. Donald stared at the door for a moment, before kneeling and wetting the rag in the bucket.
Jack felt horrible. Now he understood why Donald was the way he was. For a moment, he sat in the bushes wondering if he should just leave and never speak of this. But his conscience got the better of him and he stood, brushing the dirt off the seat of his pants, and went to the porch.
Donald saw him walking up, and looked away. Jack knelt beside his long time pain in the ass, and held out his hand. Donald looked at him questioningly, until Jack reached out and took the rag from him. The look on Donald's face was filled with gratitude. He ran to the garage and retrieved another rag, and together the two boys cleaned up the porch.
Walking home later, with plans to meet for pizza and video games that weekend with Donald, he made himself a promise not to judge others too harshly, and to find out the truth before acting on it. He was glad this time he made a friend instead of destroying someone he thought to be a heartless enemy.
(Disclaimer: This writing prompt was given to me by my father Patrick Loveless, the rest of this paragraph is done in my own words, on behalf of this writing prompt.)
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