Rock Paper Scissors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A normal day of my life with a childhood game to brighten my day. It is as i saw it.

Submitted: May 23, 2008

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I began walking toward my unmistakable classroom while staring down at my feet as if I were to look up and the room would be gone. I shyly looked up and of course to my soon to be daily horror it was still there. I walked up the ramp and reached for the door but as I did the door swung open to reveal a huge crowd and a frantic looking girl with wild eyes holding open the door. 
“You scared me half to death!” she managed to choke out.
“I’m sorry” I sighed sheepishly.
We walked past each other exchanging quick glances of awe. I spotted a desk at the back of the classroom but it was nearly impossible to get to as the crowd grew wilder with each word yelled out. While travelling toward that small safe area to the back, I peered over to observe what was going on. In the middle of the mass I saw two guys, and the most noticeable about each were their hair. The one on the right had vibrant blue streaks running through his blacked unkempt straight hair and the one to the left had lightning yellow through his locks of coffee colored hair. They were both clasping each other’s left hand as if it were a never ending hand shake. They made motions, spoke words, and tormented each other as the crowd cheered them on. When I got a little closer to get a better look, I realized that they were just playing a messily children’s game as if it were the bloody Olympics. 
“Rock! Paper! Scissors!” these three words lifted from the crowd like it were a chant.
Over and over again it was repeated and after every chant the opponents wildly threw out their right hands showing the symbol for their preferred weapon. Simultaneously the guy with blue head threw out a flat out-palm down and the guy with a yellow head punched out a fist. As the blue-headed winner wickedly smiled, he lifted his right hand and slapped it harshly across his enemy’s clutched handshake. As his opponent began to yelp with pain I turned and resumed to walk toward the back corner of the classroom.


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