One of Those Moments

Zuro came power walking into history with a disturbing look on his face as if he just witness a murder. It's not like him to be the shock type since he's considered to be the chillest person in the group. Have you ever seen one of those movies where there is a person dumping a dead body into a dumpster behind a rinky-danky building, and then you see that person who sees that guy and that person goes: "Not my problem" and just continues walking as if nothing ever happened? Yeah, that's Zuroki Mo Chao. We call him 'Zuro' which is pronounced 'Zero' because he has zero fear for anything he comes across...except now. Pretty cliche, right?

"What's up with you, Zuro?" I asked in a gloomy tone after I just discover why adults use spray cream at night, and why that cashier was giving me a freaky look. How can they use something so innocent for that type of activity?! Dude, I was so hurt...and embarrassed.

"You have that same look when you found out that John Smith was alive in Pocahontas 2," Snow mentioned while walking past him.

Our second contestant is our beloved Snow also known as Mariah Reed. You think about her name, and the first thing that cross your mind is Snow White, then you're wrong. If not, then...umm...congrats? The reason we call her Snow is because when she first arrive in America ten years ago, it was nearly the end of December. She has never seen snow before and became so fond of it until she began stuffing snow into her rubber boots. Once she came into the house, it melted into freezing, cold water. She had pneumonia for three days. The first time we'd met, she told me that story. Hence the name folks! Afterwards, no one really bother calling her by her real name.

"You know that chick with the short, orange sherbet hair?"

"No but being more specific would help," Pickle bluntly added.

Pickle's real name is Meea Stone. The reason that we call her that is because back in elementary, she would bring a pickle to lunch, break it in half, and throw it away. What's so frickin' odd is that she would never eat the pickle. She would get it, break it, and dunk it into the trash. I would just sit there and wonder, Girl why? But I guess I can't judge people by their strange behavior. I know that it's weird as to why we would give her that nickname, but after awhile, it suited it perfectly. She's mostly sour when arriving at school, and then she would leave the guys stinging like the acidic feeling that burns your tongue.

"You know the one that walks like a dude, talks like a dude, and looks like a dude...except she has a vagina?" Zuro continued.

"Do you not know what the word 'specific' means?" Tyler sass him.

This is Tyler Roast John. He usually the oblivious person in the group regardless of the fact that he may be the best comedian ever. Well, sometimes he just says ignorant things. There was this one time when we had a football game, and he was chosen to sing the national anthem. He was doing great in the beginning until he forgot the rest of the lyrics. After he figured out how reckless he was according to the audience in the bleachers, he cleared his throat and said:

"You guys know the rest." That's when he drops the microphone, skips to his car, and screech the tires. I felt so terrible for him until I laugh my butt off.

"The one who witnessed her parents dying in front of her?"

"Abigail?" I guessed correctly.

"Yep. That's her."

"What about her?"

"She tried to grab my ass while I was exiting out of the boys' bathroom."

Our jaws agape at the same time. Well, that's a shocker. I think.

"Well?" Pickle was egging him on.

"Well what?"

"Did you tell her to stop?"

He gave us an ample sigh before speaking.

"Look guys. I was so shock until I didn't know what to do. I've never been sexually assaulted before." That's when we burst into laughter because he began blushing a light pink against his cheeks.

"Why would anyone want to try grab what's not there?" Snow giggled.

"That's strange coming from the person with butt of a flat screen television."

An explosion of 'oohs' landed around the entire classroom. And by the entire classroom,  I meant just the five of us.

"I'm going to remember this moment. Because one day, you are going to ask for a piece of my delicious Popeye's chicken, and I'm going to ask you about my flat butt."

"Oh please no! I'm sorry!"

"It's too little too late for that. Why don't you go out there and let some other girls grab some more of your ass while you are at it!"

My stomach beginning to cramp because of my laughing. I wipe a tear away from my eyes. What would I do without friends like them?

...

The next morning,  I walk into the classroom, and immediately, I notice something different about the atmosphere. Usually, everyone is chattering with paper airplanes soarimg through the stuffy air. Teenagers would yell and scream at a maximum, teachers would be writing instructions on the board. But today, there's none of that at all. Instead, there are gloomy and sad expressions everywhere. My teacher, Mrs. White, was gazimg into the distance as if something was on her mind. I quietly sat beside Snow, leaning in to whisper:

"Snow, what's going on?" I spoke as low as I could. 

"You haven't heard, Feather?" 

"Well, I wouldn't be asking if I did."

"Feather, it's bad, " she exhaled a deep breath before explaining, "Two police officers were killed in Brookhaven, MS. They both graduated from this school a couple of years. According to Mrs. White,  one of them were her close friends. We just couldn't believe that she still came to work."

That explains the little boy, Allen, on the bus. He was talking to his elementary friends about TV, and something he said alert my curiosity. 

"Yeah, now that my daddy's dead, I don't watch a lot of TV anymore."

Aww. His dad died? I thought I saw him a few days ago. I wonder how that happen, was all I thought at the moment. But now, I feel even worse. I guess it was just one of those moments again when I just don't know anything.