Wunderland : ConceptA Story by J. Justice MendezWho doesn't love magic?I honestly hate car rides. The reason being the awkward silences. My usual instinct is to pretend to be asleep, as my Mom just kind of thinks of what to say. “Tell me what happened, Vick.” “.....” “I know you’re faking it.” “....” “Victor!” She slapped me on the chest. Pretty hard, too. “He came onto me in the bathroom.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Mr. Nelson has three kids.” “Why would I lie, Mom?!” “He’s not gay.” “How would you possibly be sure?” “We’re friends on Facebook.” “....” “Did you think he deserved it? What you did to him?” No, of course he didn't deserve it. I don't know why I bother lying to my Mom, she sees right through me. The truth began to slip through, as if she was a witch casting a truth spell. “He made fun of me in front of class.” “Okay, what did you do?”
A full classroom, but only the sounds of pens touching paper, and the occasional desk squeak. Mr. Nelson is at the front, writing on the whiteboard. Victor is observing one of his fellow students. He begins to scribble together a picture on his notes. “Our protagonist idealizes the idea of ‘an eye for an eye.’” Victor was more focused on his drawing than anything else. Frankly, he didn't give a s**t about what Mr. Nelson was talking about. “Beheading the antagonist was something he deemed necessary.” The drawing was now coming together. He didn't know what he had just created, but something about it was comforting. He then looked back up toward the teacher, who was already returning eye contact. “How are your notes coming along, Mr. Hitzig?” “I….” “You think my class is a joke, don't you?” “No….I…” “Can I see your drawing, Mr. Hitzig?” Mr. Nelson walked over to Victor’s desk, and snatched away his notes. Victor began to melt into his seat, too embarrassed to mutter a word. “Oh, wow. Interesting. Does this look familiar, Ms. Pilchard?” Tara Pilchard looked back at Victor. I would tell you what Victor is thinking, but it’s better you not know. “Girls won't care about your drawing skills, Mr. Hitzig, if you can't even graduate.” Victor looked down at his empty desk. He began to carve into the actual desk with his pen. The dismissal bell never felt louder. All the students left rather hastily, even Tara. Victor stood up, walking slowly toward the door. “You need to start thinking about your future, Victor.” Victor stopped at the door. A still moment of silence. Then he locked the door, the click resonated in his ears for what felt like minutes. He then turned toward Mr. Nelson, who was more into grading papers than noticing imminent danger. With every step, Victor’s heart rate increased. His hands began to shake, his eyes slightly watered. Mr. Nelson then noticed Victor standing inches away from him. “Vic-” The loud bang of skull hitting wood never sounded more sinister. Then again. And again. Mr. Nelson fell off his chair, his nose bleeding ferociously. Victor looked deep into his frightened eyes. “Wha-what is wrong with you?” he was able to shakily release. “Absolutely nothing.”
The rest of the ride was pure silence. I didn't even know what to say her. The next couple of minutes were grueling. The only thing that mellowed us both out was my little sister. She was waiting for us on the front yard, like always, with her babysitter Peter. “Vicky!” I couldn't help but smile. She jumped into my arms and squeezed as tight as a six-year-old could. “Hey, Jaz. What are you up to?” “There’s this weird envelope using your maiden name.” There was something about this envelope. It’s like it wanted me to open it. I turned it over, staring at the v-shaped fold. I wedged my nail under the point of the fold, and began to slide it. Something was strange about this dinner session. There was this noise. It sounded like it was directly behind me. No one else seemed to notice it, though. It kept getting louder. Pete noticed my uneasiness. “You alright, Vick?” “Yeah, I’m….” The noise started getting even louder. It was like a lullaby, with no words. On a constant loop, only getting louder with each verse. Then, I realized what it was. I pulled out the envelope from my back pocket. It was fully opened. “Vick, really?” My mom looked disappointed, but still somewhat as curious as I was. Inside was the source of the noise, a blood red card. On the front, some kind of insignia. But on the inside…..it was completely blank.
© 2016 J. Justice MendezAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 24, 2016 Last Updated on May 24, 2016 AuthorJ. Justice MendezAboutI've been writing since I was fairly young. Most of my work is either inspired by random occurrences or the occasional nightmare. My diction can be dry, sarcastic, and sometimes even satirical. I hope.. more..Writing
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