Scar Face

(this is something Cole wrote today about his summer, I liked it and wanted to share)

I'm so glad I got my face ripped up on the day before the last day of school. "How?!", you ask. "Why?!", you ask. "What the heck is wrong with you?!!", you ask. All those questions and more shall be answered.

Jeff and I were where no one else dare go; the back of the new house. Tons of kids had gone up to the front of the house and rode down the driveway. But, no, we were going to the back of the house. Jeff got the key from it's hiding place and put it in the backdoor's key hole. Don't worry, we weren't breaking in. This was Jeff's relative's soon to be house and he was allowed to visit whenever. But, unfortuneatly the key wouldn't fit. Instead of checking out the house we rode on scooters in the back. Instead of just doing ollies and wheelies, I followed a path that lead to a steep hill. Instead of ignoring the hill, I challenged it and shot down that hill. It felt so great! Like flying, like soaring through the air on a scooter. It was the best feeling ever. No...literally! I had never felt so free. But enough poetry. When I was about to make a smooth turn into the cul-d-sac I flew off my scooter. Each second felt like an hour. I had a dream before I hit the ground. Something about a dark room, a purple man and a green man laughing at me, "stupid kid." I laughed too for some reason. Then, a flash of light, the return of my sight and hearing. The two colorful men faded away, their laughter fading with them. "Oh my gosh, what did I just do?" I felt weird. I tried to yell but I couldn't. I couldn't even speak. I walked up to the nearest house, where some kids I knew were playing basketball. I walked closer wanting to speak more than ever, but they didn't notice. At this point I wanted to cry but I couldn't. But now, now they noticed me, standing there. "Who is this bloody, dirty faced kid?" and also "What the heck?" and a few "poor guy" faces.

That's when I realized that the purple guy and the green guy were right, I had been stupid because tomorrow was the day I'd been waiting for all school year, the last day of school! But when I tuned back into what was going on, one of the kid's Mom came up to me and saw that it was "Cole Huntsman". Then everyone else realized the bloody faced kid was Cole. The Mom got her son to get the first-aid kit. Then boring part came. She wiped, sanitized, rubbed and bandaged. I know it seems pretty short but trust me, if you were there then you would know. Then the Mom sent my little sister home to tell my Mom I was hurt. But instead of my Mom rushing to the rescue, she guessed it wasn't that bad. Let me tell you something now. Mom's should never guess. In the end I came home in my sister's friend's car, and when my Mom saw the results she was shocked and regretted guessing.

I woke up in the morning with my face numb and bumpy with half scab half wound. My mouth was all numb. I couldn't even smile right. That was fine with me because I would not be doing that much smiling with such a freakish wound. When I got on the bus it was even louder and more energetic than usual. Everone was ecited about the last day of school, the day of games, the day of pizza, the day of jumping around the class like a maniac. Not for me, at least that's waht I thougt. When Ben got on he begged me to sing "Let's go to Idaho." (oh, you're probably wondering what "let's go to Idaho" is. It's a song Ben, Scott and I made up from scratch. No, it's not based on "Pokerface" or "Just Dance". You'll have to ask Ben and I to sing it because Scott won't sing it no matter what.) So, of course I sang Let's go to Idaho. Then when I got to class, a weird thing happened. I was so glad that I went flying off my scooter and ripped up my face...I did what everyone else did. I ate pizza, played games, everything. But, as everyone counted down for the bell to ring. I had to return my library book. So that kinda stunk. Oh well, one the bus, it would be awesome. We sang "let's go to Idaho" and everyone went crazy. It was great. Plus, my scratched up face was a great prop for videos. And that's why I'm glad I got my face ripped up! But next time I'll think twice about scooters and hills.