The Kid Had Nine
by Michael S.
This is the
story of my greatest rival, who seemingly has the
luck of the Irish and the reflexes of a tiger on
speed. I fear that the eternal confrontation
between the two of us will only be settled by the
death of one of us, and I feel a bit unfairly
challenged in that regard, as I have seen him die
before my eyes twice, and yet he still remains to
laugh at me.
It wasn't my
fault he fell in front of that train, and I
say it wasn't my fault even though I
pushed him as it felt pre-ordained. I couldn't have
avoided it even if Id wanted to, which I didn't.
The first time
I met him, I felt that instant hate before he
even spoke. It was like something had fallen over
my eyes. Id never felt like that before.
Yet he lived,
when he fell in front of that train. It was as if
he had nine lives, like a cat. And the look he
gave me, its almost as if he knows I know.
He probably does.
After all, he
only has eight lives left now..