One Step At a Time |
There was a boy, who was just like the others. He never was a straight A student. All he had was some Bs and sometime, Cs. He wasn't going to be famous throwing a football. He liked to watch sports, liked the heat and cheers of games, but not being a player himself. The school teams never gave him a chance anyway. An ordinary boy he was. But every difference in crowds are reckoned as extraordinary. In majority versus minority, the minority is a freak. And this boy who was nothing but a normal kid, became a freak in his extraordinary family. Successful parents, sister with brain, brother with muscle, the boy was nothing but a mutant in the family. It didn't take long for him to realize he was not good enough for his name.
30 years later, the boy became a guy. And still, sports were not his best subject. Well, if you can call 'kicking a chair in the leg and breaking own toe' as a sport. They really should spend more money on cafeteria, not on weirdly solid chairs. Oz thought to himself. His toe was still in pain, but he needed to go down to the office and finish the paper works. And it was quite a challenge to walk on crutches. Every step was with aching toe, sure enough. If the body parts could talk, the toe would be cursing something not to be spoken to Oz. And his saggy belly would nag him to do more work out.
Soon Oz snapped out from his possible nightmare of talking fats in his body, and started to walk down the dark, cold corridor to the office. The footsteps and sounds of crutches tapping the floor made a weird beat. Oz actually enjoyed the rhythm. This place was too quiet anyway.
