Why do jerks sometimes smile?
Why do "Mother Theresas" seek revenge?
Why do millionaires file for bankruptcy?
Why do homeless people seem so rich?
Why do planny people live in chaos?
Who gives Murphy the right to make up laws?
Jackson is walking to school. He stops at the corner, looks both ways and crosses the street. Turning around he notices that there isn't a soul around him. The school is about 4 blocks away, but on a day like today it seems like miles and miles. He blows into his hand for warmth and a big cloud puffs out of his mouth into the frigid air. The cold air singes his lungs as he takes in a deep breath.
Finally, Jackson decides to walk in the street so that he doesn't have to trudge through the snow that is now up to the middle of his calves on the sidewalk. Thinking back to yesterday's walk, he remembers having to sit in class for the entire morning with the cold wet snow trapped inside his shoe and soaking the back of his jeans. Just then, Jackson remembers his IPOD, which he brought to make the walk go by more quickly. Putting in the ear buds at the very least distracts him from both the length of the walk and the cold.
He arrives at the corner of the first block and notices a few cars waiting at the bus stop. On most days, Jackson would be eager to scamper down there and take the bus into school, but not when he had Lenny Kravitz filling his ears. He continues on, walking past the intersection and a car zooms by, coming within a few inches of hitting Jackson as it swerves from side to side on the road, losing traction on the snow covered roadway. There was a giant splosh of slush that flew up on Jackson's coat. He angrily yanked the ear buds off of his head. Ironically, the one thing he was trying to avoid ended up being the one thing that exactly happened. He was now covered from head to toe with cold, wet snow. With no time to react, Jackson swivels around, shaking some of the snow off of his face, and notices that one of the cars from the bus stop has pulled up behind him and the driver is getting out of the car. The smoke from the car's exhaust filled the air. Fortunately, there's always someone trying to help someone in need. Jackson wasn't hurt, but it meant a lot that someone was trying to help him.
The woman from the car walked up to Jackson and asked if he was ok. He was shaken, but her voice calmed his nerves and seemed reassuring. She reached out to hug him. Jackson thought this was a little weird, but not wanting to hurt her feelings, he reached out his arms to hug back. As he extended his arms, he noticed that his watch read "8:45". School started in 15 minutes, so he had to get on his way. He hugged the mid-30's woman and began to pull away. Her leather coat was straight out of the oven and Jackson buried his face into her shoulder to keep warm. Only, when he stepped back, she didn't let go. Her long black hair draped over his face and he couldn't see what was going on. Confused, he suddenly, he felt a sharp blow on the back of his head. It felt like blood was gushing everywhere. Jackson tried to look down to see if there was blood dripping from his head, but all he could see was a bright light as he crumpled to the ground, face first into the cold, sharp snow, still not sure what had just happened.
As he lay on the ground, he could see the high heeled boots of the woman in front of him, and another pair of black boots standing alongside her. Not knowing what was going to happen next, Jackson quickly stumbled to his feet and darted across the road, kicking up slush into the air in hopes that it would hit the woman right in the face. "WAIT", the woman screamed, but Jackson wasn't stopping to see what she wanted. A sharp screech echoed through his ears and a big wave of snow flying into the air. Snow slapped against Jackson's face as the cold metal slammed into his face. A loud scream pierced the air and this little town would never be the same again.
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