story time

I was late for school today. I am almost always late for school.

I was walking briskly, my legs burning, my brow beading with sweat. I could hear the light grinding of small rocks behind me- the familiar sound of rubber tires against the concrete. 

I could tell the rider was getting closer. He appeared in my view, passing me on my left. It was not a bicyclist as I had expected. It was a young man on a unicycle, his immaculate white socks glaring at me as they clung to his wirey, hairy calves. 

"I hate unicycles." I thought to myself, suddenly filled with rage. "They hardly go faster than walking and they're so pretentious." I clenched my fists, staring at the idiot on the unicycle and decided today he would pay for his moronic choice of transportation. 

I saw my arms reach out in front of me, in disbelief of what I was doing. I hit him square in the backpack, shoving him and his stupid seat-clad wheel onto the ground, his face smearing against the grass and mud. He screamed in terror as I stood above him. 

"What is wrong with you?!" He asked me holding back salty tears. 

I looked him directly in the eye, staring deep into his poor, unintelligent soul. I looked to his mangled unicycle, laying incompetently in the grass next to him, its idiotic wheel still spinning slowly. I looked back to him and understanding and shame spread across his face. His lesson had been learned.

I turned on my heel and walked away.