The Sheriff: A Fictional Narrative
“Maybe in a few years.”
5 words that haven’t t left my mind since I heard them 18 months ago today. 18 months ago, since I shot Eugie. I have wondered and pondered what the sheriff could’ve meant by those words. I tried talking to father about it, he shrugged me off, told me to forget about it. Mother only speaks to me in short abrupt sentences. Sister- it’s better she don’t speak to me at all.
At school, this boy would sit with me- I think he pitied me if i’m honest. He was my only “friend”. I decided to tell him about the Eugie incident, thinking he’d be able to help me understand what the sheriff meant. I was wrong.
“And then the sheriff said ‘maybe in a few years!’” I exclaimed to the older …show more content…
boy.
After a couple of seconds with no response, I look up to ask him what he was thinking to meet cold, judgmental eyes, peering down at me.
“You’re a freak” the boy spits at me, quickly running away from me. I frown, whilst shaking my head. I guess this is why father told me not to speak about the incident.
As you could only imagine, things only go downhill from there.
Word quickly spreads at school about the incident and before I know it, mother and father are contacted. The car ride back home is silent. Once father breaks the silence he is livid, I have never seen him so angry and honestly, I was terrified. He said I ruined our chance of having a fresh start. Mother didn’t even say anything. I went up to my room with tears pooling eyes. Father used to be the only one who treated me normally, but the way he yelled at me that night…I felt like such a disappointment, I couldn't bring myself to talk to them anymore. All I ever did was cause …show more content…
problems.
School was lonely, people would call me names, push me and I even heard some people say they were scared of me. This only caused me more shame and confusion. When the names would get really bad I’d go have lunch with Miss Keisha, even if I barely offered any conversation she was still nice to me, always tried to cheer me up.
Why am i not normal? Anyone else would have gone to tell their parents if their brother had just been shut, i didn’t. The kids at school are right. I’m a freak.
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Hi Eugie,
I don’t really know how you’d feel about this, I guess it's a stupid idea but I’m doing it anyway. Miss Keisha is who suggested I started writing these letters.Says it’ll help me get better, make everything easier. I don’t know, it’s a stupid thing to do, I shouldn’t need to write sissy letters to make me better, I should already be better. I bet if you were in this position you’d be a lot better than me.
-Arnold.
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Eugie.
Everybody hates me. Mum, Dad, (sis), the people at school. I don’t talk to anyone at school, even if they say mean things, I don’t have anything to say. I don’t talk much at home either, the disappointment in father’s eyes is just terrible! Even mother has tried asking me if I want more dinner and I don’t respond. I feel like I make people angry, so I avoid them.I didn’t mean to shoot you. Some people think I did. Why would I want to shoot you? You’re my brother. I wonder if you hate me too.
-Arnold.
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Eugie why did you have to go? Why did I have to shoot you! I am so mad at myself. And I do not care that it’s not your fault but I am angry at you too. You could have been here and everything would have been better. Nobody would yell at me, nobody would have called me horrible names, I would have somebody to talk to. I had no one to play with, no one to look up to, no one to call my brother.
-A
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I have decided that if I want to be like you, I need to man up. I won't let the kids at school call me names, I will not let anybody believe that I would want to hurt my own brother. I will make you proud Eugie.
-A
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I wore your old shirt today, I think mother shed a tear. I started talking to people at school, it only made it worse. Nobody wanted to be friends. Father cooled down, he asks me to come fishing. I declined and went upstairs. Sis asked me what’s wrong. Mother hugged me. I didn’t hug her back.
5 words that haven’t t left my mind since I heard them 18 months ago today. 18 months ago, since I shot Eugie. I have wondered and pondered what the sheriff could’ve meant by those words. I tried talking to father about it, he shrugged me off, told me to forget about it. Mother only speaks to me in short abrupt sentences. Sister- it’s better she don’t speak to me at all.
At school, this boy would sit with me- I think he pitied me if i’m honest. He was my only “friend”. I decided to tell him about the Eugie incident, thinking he’d be able to help me understand what the sheriff meant. I was wrong.
“And then the sheriff said ‘maybe in a few years!’” I exclaimed to the older …show more content…
boy.
After a couple of seconds with no response, I look up to ask him what he was thinking to meet cold, judgmental eyes, peering down at me.
“You’re a freak” the boy spits at me, quickly running away from me. I frown, whilst shaking my head. I guess this is why father told me not to speak about the incident.
As you could only imagine, things only go downhill from there.
Word quickly spreads at school about the incident and before I know it, mother and father are contacted. The car ride back home is silent. Once father breaks the silence he is livid, I have never seen him so angry and honestly, I was terrified. He said I ruined our chance of having a fresh start. Mother didn’t even say anything. I went up to my room with tears pooling eyes. Father used to be the only one who treated me normally, but the way he yelled at me that night…I felt like such a disappointment, I couldn't bring myself to talk to them anymore. All I ever did was cause …show more content…
problems.
School was lonely, people would call me names, push me and I even heard some people say they were scared of me. This only caused me more shame and confusion. When the names would get really bad I’d go have lunch with Miss Keisha, even if I barely offered any conversation she was still nice to me, always tried to cheer me up.
Why am i not normal? Anyone else would have gone to tell their parents if their brother had just been shut, i didn’t. The kids at school are right. I’m a freak.
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Hi Eugie,
I don’t really know how you’d feel about this, I guess it's a stupid idea but I’m doing it anyway. Miss Keisha is who suggested I started writing these letters.Says it’ll help me get better, make everything easier. I don’t know, it’s a stupid thing to do, I shouldn’t need to write sissy letters to make me better, I should already be better. I bet if you were in this position you’d be a lot better than me.
-Arnold.
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Eugie.
Everybody hates me. Mum, Dad, (sis), the people at school. I don’t talk to anyone at school, even if they say mean things, I don’t have anything to say. I don’t talk much at home either, the disappointment in father’s eyes is just terrible! Even mother has tried asking me if I want more dinner and I don’t respond. I feel like I make people angry, so I avoid them.I didn’t mean to shoot you. Some people think I did. Why would I want to shoot you? You’re my brother. I wonder if you hate me too.
-Arnold.
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Eugie why did you have to go? Why did I have to shoot you! I am so mad at myself. And I do not care that it’s not your fault but I am angry at you too. You could have been here and everything would have been better. Nobody would yell at me, nobody would have called me horrible names, I would have somebody to talk to. I had no one to play with, no one to look up to, no one to call my brother.
-A
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I have decided that if I want to be like you, I need to man up. I won't let the kids at school call me names, I will not let anybody believe that I would want to hurt my own brother. I will make you proud Eugie.
-A
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I wore your old shirt today, I think mother shed a tear. I started talking to people at school, it only made it worse. Nobody wanted to be friends. Father cooled down, he asks me to come fishing. I declined and went upstairs. Sis asked me what’s wrong. Mother hugged me. I didn’t hug her back.