Sonata of a Fight — Chapter 4 — Word and Action
In the hallway, two guys who still have color bump into Ryan's greyest day.
Ryan has everything. Except a morning that doesn't hurt.
The mohawk put his hand on his friend's cap, spun it around in front of his face, and looked at me with that wide smile, white teeth.
— Hey, man. No offense. This idiot here talks without thinking. But honestly: if being inferior to you means ending up the way we are, and being superior means ending up the way you are... What do you think, bro?
The blue cap answered without even looking at me.
— Inferior!
Green mohawk laughed and let out:
— Inferior too. We already made our choice. Thanks!
The mohawk shook the blue cap's cap again.
— Stop touching my cap, damn it. — the blue cap. — You know I don't like it.
They started changing the subject right there. The blue cap started to get up.
Arnold's group laughed at our conversation, mocked it, messed with me like always. And I was tired. Very tired.
— It's so easy. — I shouted. — It's so easy for a couple of brutes like you, a couple of neanderthals, ignorant, who only know how to fight like savages, to want to humiliate other people. And for what reason — I have more money, I'll have more success, I'm smarter. Just because you have power today, you think you can say whatever you want, do whatever you want. But it won't always be like this. It's not always going to be school. You're not always going to have the power.
That wasn't just for the mohawk. It was for everyone around. For everything that was happening. For that life. — It was one of the things they were going to hear on my video, but I couldn't take it anymore and I said it right there.
The blue cap was already on his feet, adjusting his cap. He spoke without looking at me.
— The loser's comfort: waiting for a better future to fall from the sky.
He turned his head slowly.
— Talking is nice, man. But it's action that makes the difference.
This time the fear didn't come. Just anger. Anger at an inferior like that lecturing me.