My pledge

Ben Dillard

My breathing became slow, heavy and hard. The final words

were uttered from his lips, and my legs suddenly began to move

themselves. I swerved left and right running through the lunch

crowds, fixing my gaze on the one who had caused me to suffer so much

pain. I saw faces with mouths moving but no words coming out,

and when he saw me coming it was too late.


I had pounced up and taken him down. My arm was around his

neck as he fell to his knees. People crowded around yelling and

chanting, but to me it only sounded like faint whispers, as if two

people were talking in the room of a young baby who was going to

bead, right before the sky becomes dark with night. Tears filled my

eyes in what seemed like hours, but felt more like days. After that

my hearing slowly started to come back, and my eyes stopped

making the tears that filled my vision.


A teacher ran up and only asked me to let him go. I let him

go but punched him in the gut. I knew what was going to happen,

so I walked head on to my fate, straight towards the principle’s

office. And the funny thing is I wanted to see the principle, I was

hoping so much to see her.


When I got to her office, she was no where to be found. I

stood in front of the principles office with the still fresh tears on my

cheeks, and the school counselor found me and took me to her

office instead. I sat there wising that I would have just killed him, so

that way he could never do to any one what he did to me. I thought

about it some more, I would be doing the world a favor.


As soon as my mother came in to the room, I felt a wave of

disappointment come over me. The patterns in the floor even made

me feel as if I had done the worst crime that could be committed.

But from then on I vowed to myself to never through the first punch

again.