Homecoming
Memoryby
Emily Cavanaugh, Boston, Massachusetts, USA, Age
14
Wow,
this scene sure does look familiar. I…I don’t know what
it is…something about the atmosphere…Oh! That summer!
The summer of ’42…How could I ever forget that summer
I spent in Alabama. Ever been there? It’s a beautiful place.
Anyway, that was the summer before we shipped out. It was just the
four of us, all summer. Mike, Sean, Billy, and me… Man, we
were good buddies, never had any as good as them. Well, we had just
found out we were goin’ to Germany. We sure were excited.
I mean…off to war, fight for your country…it was a big
honor. Anyway, we decided to celebrate!
The four of us took a road
trip back to our hometown of Collinsville, Alabama. The weather
was amazing! The sun shone so brightly you could see it bouncin’
off old man Jacobson’s bald head! Ahhh…it was so great
bein’ home.
When the four of us drove into
town everyone went wild! Old friends were running up to the car
and pattin’ us on the backs…what a welcome! Within the
first few hours, everyone had heard that we were back in town. That’s
the advantage of growin’ up in a small town, everyone knows
you. Well, that can also be a drawback… There was one group
of not so friendly faces. Four or five guys that I had never gotten
along with growing up. Two of them were the Heflin twins. Their
father used to be real close with my old man, until the uhh…falling
out.
So, me an’ the boys were
down at Milly’s soda shop, drinkin' some Root Beer and sharing
some fries, when in comes the Heflin gang with their sharp leather
jackets and their mean piercing eyes. Me and Joe Heflin locked eyes
the minute he walked in. God, he was the worst. We hated each other,
always had. Just flat out hate. So, they swaggered on over to us
and started talkin’ about some football game that had the
town all riled up. Joe started sneakily talkin’ ‘bout
last years homecoming game, but Mike stood up before he got very
far. Mike always stood up for me…’cuz…you know…I
was kind of a quiet kid compared to most. I pretty much kept to
myself. Anyway, Mike told Joe we’d be at the game and the
Heflin’s left, with smirks spreadin’ across their faces.
When me and Sean got to the
game that night, we went to hang out by the old bleachers to wait
for Mike and Billy. The old bleachers used to be our hangout. The
Heflins mostly stayed by the old coke machines. But tonight they
were by the bleachers, already starting trouble. They were pickin’
on Billy’s little brother Alex.
Me and Sean were on them quicker
than you can say “shoot”. So, there we were, rollin’
on the ground like a pack of wild dogs when Mike shows up with Billy
at his heels. Billy took one look at his little innocent brother,
lyin’ on the ground cryin’ his eyes out, before he pulled
out his switchblade and ran at one of the Heflins. Thank God Mike
grabbed him in time and gave him one of the famous “Mike looks”
that always calmed him down. But, God, Billy had a temper. So, we
all just stood there- well Sean and Denny Heflin were on the ground-
but we just looked at each other, wondering who would make the next
move when, out of nowhere, Andy McFallon, one of Billy’s best
friends from the football team, came running up to him, overjoyed.
He obviously wasn’t aware of the serious mood ‘cuz he
just tackled Billy to the ground, bringin’ Mike down with
them. Billy swore at him, but he was him. But, oh God…when
they got up…we..we.noticed that…Mike wasn’t getting
up with them. Billy…st-still had the knife in his hand when…when
he fell. There was blood everywhere…I’ve never seen
anything like it. And Mike…my best buddy Mike…was lyin
there…his eyes open in shock. God…I’ll never forget
the look in his eyes… I’m sorry…so sorry…I
sometimes let my emotions get the better of me…It’s
stupid really, for a man of my age to be cryin’ in a public
place such as this. Well, um…lets move on sh-shall we….what
do you think about…about this picture?
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