The End Giuliana Panzini
They have taken the same path down the stairs, across the parking lot, and down the street on their way home for so long that no one recalled a time where they hadn’t. Today started out no dif- ferent. School ended, and the two companions began their usual journey home until suddenly, out of nowhere, a fight broke loose between them—and it was taken to the extreme. To this day, no one knows what happened to cause it. All of a sudden, they tackled each other as if they were on the wrestling team. They yanked each other by the hoods of their sweatshirts and accidentally slammed into their unsuspecting peers who were busy texting or scrolling through social media, ignoring the world one minute and on the ground, caked in mud, the next. No one knew what to do. They began to inch closer to one of the brick walls. The girl was significantly stronger than her compeer, which became evidently clear when she sent him flying into that wall. The glass of the window shattered and she, holding an obvious victory at this point, leapt back, avoiding major gashes. Her victim, trapped in the chocolate-colored dirt, just layed there in affliction and exhaustion. Glass shards sliced his arms and legs, and a dark red stream poured out. His glasses had shattered as well, transparent blades falling into his eyes. His lips were turning blue and the once bright green grass was becoming permanently red. Even the once brown brick wall seemed to gain red splashes of graffiti. Somehow the boiling rage in her intestines remained. She began picking up the glass from the window and rapidly throwing it around. Everyone was sprinting away, until the girl was finally put to a stop, her strength and rage, as well as her ten-year friendship, dissipating into nothing.
The Colors of Night | Joey Davide | Photography
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