L I B R A R Y

Everything was fine at first. Things were going real well. Life held magic for me. The skies and their continuing change of cloud patterns always had me awed. Colors always fascinated me. Nature and its many mysteries strengthened me.
 
School was an enjoyment for me. Education and the accumulation of knowledge tickled my brain leaving me hungry for more. Travels on the metro bus were always an adventure for me. I was fascinated by the many sights and sounds that grabbed my attention and not many things could do that, not even people.
 
Perfection pleased me and time was natural thing to me. Home was paradise, plain and simple. Grandma’ treated me like a prince.  When a day was over, I would look forward for the bright and shiny sunlight to invade my room and wake me up to challenge the world once again. Then, grandma’ died.
 

Paul Wanker walked in Mr. V’s classroom wearing Jordache Jeans accompanied by Hector Campos.

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The Titans, a Varsity Scout Unit in training to be law enforcement officers and/ or Special Forces, were gathered together to ready themselves for the final game. They had swept the entire sports tournament in victory and now they had one last game to claim a perfect championship record and make Varsity Scout history.

 

Joseph knew what was about to happen. He gird himself for what was to come; death. Only he knew. He was clairvoyant; empathic retro-cognitive. Campos announced Paul as the new member tof the team. That was improper protocol.

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Campos had not ever attended a game and neither had Paul. They did not contribute an iota whatsoever to the team’s current status. They exhibited sunshine soldier characteristics, soldiers that fight when the sun is shining brightly and when there are no enemies.

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It wasn’t right to let them play in the championship game nor was it fair to the other team members, especially when those two had been paid to throw the game as Joseph had discovered when investigating the team’s winning potential.

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Joseph was Captain of the Unit. He had to set an example. Snitching was out, so was an ass kicking. He simply said, “No.”

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“Who the fuck are you?” Campos said “You’re nobody to-”

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“He’s the Captain of the Unit, Hector.” Rogelio said.

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“Why can’t Paulhe be part of the team?” Campos asked pointing to Paul.

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“We don’t allow French Fry guys on our team.” Joseph responded jokingly. He was going to allow Paul and Hector to play, but: “Varsity Scouts require regulation haircuts.”

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Paul sported an extreme mop top hair do and intense tight Jordache jeans that did not make an effort to hide the shape of his skeletal legs. He had Muscular dystrophy.

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Muscular dystrophy is a label for a cluster of neuromuscular disorders that cause developing muscle weakness and absence of physical process depending on the type of muscular dystrophy. The condition can be observed in childhood.

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Paul didn’t have what it took physically to handle flag football. Joseph knew this. He wanted to make history and go down as a great Varsity Scout Captain, a great leader. Here his empathy cause him to consider a moment of weakness and allow Paul on the team based on feeling sorrow for him; a choice that would be detrimental to victory and embarrassment for Paul to be seen in attempts to be physical. It would be the wrong choice. Joseph pondered. Had he sensed Paul's death?

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“What’s a French Fry guy?” Paul asked Hector.

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“He’s calling you a fag!” Hector announced lying. “Go kick his ass!” he instigated. “He called you French. The French are fags!”

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Paul caught Joseph unawares and Joseph knew he should have settled the situation then instead of allowing such rivalry to continue in the future that week for Paul was no contender compared to Joseph. Paul was handicapped.

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Paul sucker punched Joseph while Joseph rehearsed his speech on AI and the plays for flag football in his seat and on paper, to Hector’s content, while the rest of the Unit watched. They knew Joseph would emerge victorious.