Smart Mouth

Avatar Author: Xanathael A songbird singing sweetly in a gilded cage. Not so much gilded as rusted. And not so much sweetly as howling in rage. Also, perhaps less a bird and more like a mountain lion/hippo/alligator thing. Still , caged though. Read Bio

It wasn’t so much the fist that hurt, balled up fingers with with just a trace of fine black hair on the knuckles, to be honest, I barely felt it. It was the helplessness, the injustice of it all that hammered home. The why was only a number, a perfect test score shattering a reluctant detente, and Aaron, burying his shame with rage.

I had broken the pecking order; the outsider must remain at the bottom. Now I’d be getting out of here, faster and sooner than anyone. There was nothing left to do but wait, pay the price of my ticket and board the train. Wait, just like everyone else.

But not like everyone else. Aaron and his fine friends would be staying here. Another year, maybe forever. The soporific nature of the institution only made it harder to escape. The tears stung my eyes as another punch split my lip against my teeth, and Aaron threw me to the white-washed floor.

“Who’s the smart guy now, hunh?” he said, towering over my body. The answer was obvious, as only one of us was bleeding.

“I am.”

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  1. Avatar gĀ²LaPianistaIrlandesa

    cringes That had to hurt. The price one must pay for being smart when smart is frowned upon. I liked the thought process throughout this one, very nicely done.

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  2. Avatar Xanathael

    Thanks for reading! It’s my first one on here, I liked the challenge idea.

  3. Avatar Sneaky"LoA"Cleazy

    Who knew that standardized testing could cause so much hate..! Haha. Enjoyed.

  4. Avatar Sneaky"LoA"Cleazy

    The use of the word soporific sews it up for me too.

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