Chapter two- Pride
Morning came, and with it, school. So, I left home for a half-a-mile walk till school with a super-heavy bag on my shoulder. This is a half hour walk and I've got nothing to do but to think for myself. As expected of a teenage boy, my thoughts wandered to girls and with it the self-despise of "I'm 14 year old already and I didn't have a single girlfriend until now, and not because I don't want to, but because I don't have the guts to tell a girl that I like her. I hate myself…"
This thought is a one that I always have when I start thinking and with it comes the realization that the only comfort I have is my study. What a nerd I am. I hate myself.
I finally reached school and entered my class. I look at my lesson schedule and see math. Great, two hours of boredom, but at least no one asks me stupid questions.
The alarm goes on again and we need to get to the secure room (This school is so old that I think that it will come apart just from the sound of the blast). As I walk toward the secure room I spot the rocket, and its heading towards us. Particularly, it looks like it's locked on a specific target, which is weird, because the rocket is merely a tube with gunpowder. The target was a girl that studies with me, and she looked frozen, paralyzed out of fear. With no other option coming to my mind, I dashed forward and tackled the rocket in mid-air, trapping the blast and the fragment between me and the ground.
Somehow, I survived; I remember fragments of me yelling at medics through the phone to come and take me to a hospital (I have no idea how I did that, I just remember I did), I remember the doctor saying that I don't have many chances to live but I don't care. If I die, I die in honor, with pride, that I did something important, and that I'm more than just a nerd.
