Excitement at Enchanted Rock (Chapter Two)

Karen L. Horak By Karen L. Horak, 4th Oct 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1qtfl5y-/
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This is the continuation about two boys who become friends as they overcome obstacles and work together to defeat a bully.

Excitement at Enchanted Rock (Chapter Two)

CHAPTER TWO
The boys entered the gym and proceeded into the locker room. Thomas went to the
baskets and got his gym clothes. He showed Sean how to sign up for a storage basket, and then the two boys went to the benches to change.

"Hey, Johnson, what the heck are you doing here? I thought for sure you would have
switched out of P.E. for this semester. Aren't you supposed to be in Home Ec. or
something?"

Thomas sat on the bench with a groan. "Man, I forgot all about Jacob being in this
class," he said.

Sean watched as the other students cleared the way for the stocky boy making his
way across the locker room. "What's with him?" he asked.

"He likes to give me a hard time about the fact that I don't do much of anything on the
athletic side."

"Hey, Tom-Tom, didn't you hear me talking to you?" Jacob yelled. "What's the matter,
too busy talking to your girlfriend?"

Thomas faced Jacob, but Sean gently pulled him back down. "Just ignore him."

"It won't work. He'll just get louder and madder."

"Yeah," Sean said with a smile. "He'll end up looking really stupid, too. I know. I do this
to the bully back home when harasses me. It drives him nuts."

Thomas shrugged and went back to getting dressed for class. Jacob kept coming
towards them. By the time he reached the two boys, he was breathing extremely hard, and his face was a deep shade of red. He walked right up to them, pushed Sean aside, leaned his face right into Thomas' and hissed, “What's the big idea of making me repeat myself, Tom-Tom? You had better already be having trouble breathing. In fact, you had better be getting ready to give us all the best show of our lives with one of your award-winning performances."

Thomas opened his mouth to speak just as Sean picked himself up and shoved Jacob
backwards into the group of boys who had crowded around them. Sean grabbed Thomas by the elbow, and headed out to the gym.

"Just keep walking," he instructed.

Behind them they could hear Jacob cursing and threatening them.

As Thomas and Sean left the locker room, Jacob finally untangled himself from the
other boys. "I'll get you both for this. You’re going to be sorry you ever messed with me!" he screamed.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" Thomas asked as he and Sean headed for
the track.

"Sure," answered Sean. "I just pissed off the school bully."

"Exactly!" said Thomas.

"Good," replied Sean. "I hate bullies. The only way to handle them is to stand up to
them and show you aren't afraid of them. You need to put them in their place. Hey, if I have to go to school here, I might as well have some fun."

"That's just great!" said Thomas. "And what about me? I'm going to be stuck here until
I graduate from high school which is another five years. I'll still be here to deal with Jacob after you leave."

"Well, then I'll just have to be sure everything is straightened out before I leave, won't
I?" responded Sean calmly.

"Great! Thanks for nothing, man," Thomas said and he headed towards the coach who
was gathering the class.

Sean shrugged. "Whatever," he mumbled.

Suddenly, Thomas stopped and turned around. "Look, I'm sorry for being such a jerk,
but Jacob has been making my life hell ever since I was four and he was seven. That's over half of my life. I mean, it's close to nine years. I've gotten to where I can handle whatever he throws at me, but I'm not sure I can handle anything new. We've kind of got an agreement going. You know? I quiver and shake, and he doesn't throw something new at me every day. But now I don't know. I'm just frightened. Do you understand?"

"Not really," Sean answered. "I mean, why put up with his garbage for one minute,
much less nine years?"

"It's a long story. Remind me to tell it to you sometime. Now, however, is not the time.
I think it's important to get to the coach."

"Why?" Sean inquired.

"Because,” said Thomas, “Jacob just came out of the gym and he looks ready to kill. I
don't think getting in a fight with him on your first day is in your best interest."

"Okay,” agreed Sean. " I'll do it your way for now, but I'm telling you the only way
you'll get him to back off is by standing up to him."

"I just can't," said Thomas as they joined the pack. "I just can't."

"Why not?"

"I’ll try to explain it to you sometime, but not now, not here. I'm not ready."

Sean and Thomas faced the coach as he called the class to order. After he had
explained the rules for the twelve minute run, he turned to Thomas,

"Johnson, you have that note from the doctor?"

"Yes, sir," said Thomas as he handed a folded piece of paper to the coach.

"Okay, you go in group one, lane one," said the coach after glancing at the paper.

"Head on over to your starting area. Anderson, you've got Johnson. Keep up with how many laps he completes."

Thomas and the other boy headed towards the lane one starting area. Thomas tried
not to worry about his asthma. He had just about decided to go back and tell Coach
Williams that he had made a mistake when Jacob walked up.

"You and your new friend are in big trouble now. Nobody gets away with making me
look like a fool. Nobody!"

"Look, Jacob, it's his first day. I haven't had a chance to explain how things work. It
won't happen again. Let's just forget this one and start over. Okay?"

"Let's not," said Sean as he joined them. "I’ll do what I please. If you have problems
with looking like a fool, quit behaving like one. Also, if you've got a problem with me, bring it to me, not Thomas. Got it? By the way, aren't you supposed to be in lane two? If I'm not mistaken, the start for that lane is over to the right and up a few feet."

"Just who do you think you are, Tonto?" sneered Jacob.

"Nobody special, but I could slowly become your worst nightmare," countered Sean as
he turned to Thomas. "Sorry, I know I promised to try things your way, but I can't. I'm not going to allow Big Mouth here to use you to get to me."

"Who you calling Big Mouth?" Jacob demanded as he grabbed Sean and spun him
around.

"Is there a problem here?" asked Coach Williams stepping between Jacob and Sean.

"It's my fault," said Sean. "I accidentally bumped into him. I guess he thought I was
trying to start something. Sorry."

"Okay, then break it up and let's get this thing started."

"Yes, sir," said both the boys.

"This isn't over," whispered Jacob as he went towards the lane two starting line.

"Fine by me," responded Sean.

Thomas watched them, and then faced the lane ahead of him shaking his head.

Before Sean continued on his way to his lane six start, he said, "Just don’t try too
hard."

"Huh?" Thomas asked.

"Don't worry about how many laps you complete or running the whole time. Take it
easy. Start out slow and speed up as you can. If it gets too hard, slow down -- walk even. Just don't stop, don't give up."

"I'll do my best, but what if I have an attack?" asked Thomas.

"You won't," answered Sean as he hurried to his own starting mark.

Thomas wasn't so sure, but it was nice to know someone thought he could do this.

The starting gun sounded and the boys ran around the track. Thomas kept telling himself, "Take it slow, don't hurry, just try to finish, take it slow . . ."

As he was pulling out of the first turn onto the straight away, he caught sight of Sean.
Thomas admired Sean’s easy stride for a few seconds, and then turned his attention back to the task at hand. He desperately wanted to complete at least one lap before the twelve minutes were up. Deciding that this wasn't as terrible as he had imagined, Thomas pushed on a little faster. Soon, he was passing his starting point and beginning his second lap.

As Thomas made the first turn in his second lap, Jacob pulled up beside him. "I hope it
won't be too long now, Tom-Tom. I'm really looking forward to one of your performances. It's been way too long since we've had a good one."

Thomas just smiled. He almost sped up to get away from Jacob, but Sean ran by and
shouted, "Hey, what's the matter, Big Mouth, you getting tired or something?" Then he ran on ahead.

As Jacob took off after Sean, Thomas once again admired the ease and grace with
which Sean ran.

Before Thomas knew it, he had completed a second lap and was on his third. Things
were still going okay. As he jogged on, he watched for Sean and Jacob to come back by.

He had a little twinge in his side. Thomas stopped short. He waited, nothing. He continued on his way, walking slowly. As he headed into the first turn of this third lap, he started to jog once more. That's when it hit him. It was like running head first into a brick wall. Thomas staggered, managed to keep his footing and stay out of the way of the other runners. Somehow he managed to keep stumbling forward. As he finished the turn, it hit again. His chest felt as if it was being squeezed in a vise. He put an arm out to grab something or someone to hold him up, but there was nothing -- nothing but air. Thomas fell to the ground, gasping for breath. There was no air.

"I'm dying," he thought. Then everything went black.

"Hey, here, breathe, It's your medicine, come on, breathe. That's it. Take it slow. Easy.
That's good."

Thomas looked over at the voice. It was Sean. "Wh- What . . .”

"Don't talk, breathe. We can talk later. Good. Think you can stand? I'll lift, you
breathe."

Thomas let Sean help him to his feet. His chest was beginning to loosen up and
breathing was once again possible.

"Just keep walking and breathing," said Sean.

"Hey, Johnson, are you okay?" asked Coach Williams as he ran from across the field.

Thomas nodded. Sean kept his arm around Thomas' shoulders to steady him.

"Can I help him to the nurse, sir?" he asked.

"Sure," the coach said.

Sean supported Thomas as they headed back towards the gym. "Yo, Peterson," the
coach called after them, "you stop back by and let me know what she says."

"Yes, sir."

Thomas glanced back at the class just in time to see Jacob make his way up to the
coach.

"Want me to go with them?" Jacob asked.

"I think they'll be okay," responded Coach Williams.

"Okay, but that Peterson kid is new. What if Thomas has another fit and can't tell him
where the nurse's office is? I mean, Thomas could die or something couldn't he?"
Thomas did look like he could possibly have another attack soon. "Okay," the coach
told Jacob, "but I don't want to hear about any disturbances being caused by you, got it?"

"Sure, Coach. Everything's cool," said Jacob as he trotted across the field.

Tags

Bullying, Coming Of Age, Fiction, Narrative Fiction, Tweens

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author avatar Karen L. Horak
I am an educator in central Texas. I enjoy writing fan fiction based on the show "The Young Riders". I also have written three novels for young adults.

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