Kait is a 12-year old from New York State who writes both poetry and prose. The Beanery Online Literary Magazine is pleased to post her work.
The following piece is Part 2 of a two-part story. Parts 1 and 2 will are filed in the category Children's Writings.
“Nelly, why haven’t you said anything,” One of his posse said. I looked at who said that. I looked at the ground. If I were Jessica, I would stare back. But I’m not. “My eye! My eye!” I looked. (Well, actually I looked up then down) Oh my gosh! His eye is swelling. Jessica punched him. Is that…a tear? “Fine, a race.” He said while he got up. “If I win I take this shortcut. If I catch you on it I can tease you as much as I want. “O.K.” Then they walked straight out without saying a word. “Jess, our Secret Passage?” “Don’t you want the name calling and everything to stop?” “Yes…I want everything to stop.” “So, let’s get the race on!” Friday, July 15th, 2006, South Polk, Louisiana, outside on the playground. “Race, Race, Race, Race.” Everybody was here, even the principal. Was he here to disperse the crowd or see Jessica beat Robby and stop the name calling? READY…SET…GO! And they were off. The course was down the far end of the playground to the swings at the other end. Practically the whole school is here to see the historic event. Oh no! I could feel my eyes water. She is on the ground. She tripped. Ahhh!!!! This isn’t fair! Her hands grabbing her foot! I ran past the ER entrance sign. “Will she be able to race?” Oh man! If she can’t race again our Secret Passage is taken and we still (or I still) get picked on! “I’m afraid not.” Who was this doctor? My life is on the line here!” “She has a torn ligament and some bruising.” What! I thought it would be rolled or twisted, not torn! “What happened, Jessy?” “Someone tripped me on purpose when I was turning a corner and I tripped on a rock and came down hard on my ankle the opposite way it bends.” “Does it hurt?” “Yes, very much, but I can’t feel it much now. I took pills.” “Can you walk on it? I hope we can beat Robby! Well not by a race but maybe someway…somehow!” “Nelly, let’s just deal with this problem first!” “Will you need a cast, crutches, will you eat hospital food? I hope not! When I came to visit the hospital on a field trip, I forgot my lunch and the food was awful except for the Jello. It was good! The Jello has to be good for patients that get their tonsils out like my cousin Adam!” “Nelly, one thing at a time!” Testy, testy. “I won’t need a cast, I will get a wrap and I will have crutches. I won’t spend a day or night here so I won’t eat hospital Jello like your cousin Adam.” “But the Jello is so good!” The next day people kept asking what happened to Jessica’s foot. When she got tired of telling people what happened I took the job, except…but I kept getting into hospital Jello and my cousin Adam! Oh my gosh! Here he comes! Robby Jones is always on the prowl for fresh prey! Except we were old, beaten down, and one of us has a wrap on their foot. “We are still trying to find out who did this to my foot!” Jessica said loudly! She said it to me but at the same time to everyone in the hallway, especially Robby and his so called “Posse”! WHAT…THEY JUST WALKED PAST US…Are they waiting for us to get annoyed or are they disappointed in their behavior in the past, forever? That’s how it was for the next few days, Jessica and I at the lockers and them walking past us. “Jessica, I’m sorry!” “Oh, hi?” It was a posse person! “I’m the one who tripped you! I didn’t want to but when you are dealing with someone like Robby, he talks you into things.” Silence. “Thank you.” Is Jessica thanking the person that gave her an injury? “What? You’re thanking me?” “Yea! If it were Robby or any other person they wouldn’t say sorry to my face. They’re chickens.” “Well, I gotta go to my class! I’m not hanging out with Robby and his friends anymore because they put me in a trance to trip you.” “Well, if you want, you can sit with us in the lunch room?” “Thanks.” “Well, let’s forget about Robby and get on with our poor lives!” We laughed until the crack of dawn! | 
