Young boy, white skinned, thirteen years of age in 1954 was sent to an all black school in the City of Detroit, Michigan by his alcoholic parents. The kid's name was Johnny Vetta, Never been in a fight before in his life, fuck he's thirteen, but the new situation that he is in will change that quick, fast and in a god damn hurry.
In Johnny’s first day of school he gets jumped four times. By the end of the day all he wants to do is run home because he's so scared but can barely limp and crawl his way due to the physical state he's in. Johnny skips the next two days of school to avoid anymore punishment. But once his parents are notified he receives an even worse beaten at home. Now Johnny is stuck in between a rock and a harder fucking rock and has no choice but to go back to school.
For the next week Johnny endures more punishment then imaginable and strongly flatters the thought of running away. As the ass kickings continue Johnny eventually gets fed up and goes home one day after school and decides it will be for the last time. That night Johnny packs his school bag with the basic necessities for surviving a life on the road. For a 12 year old this consists of couple comic books, pocket knife, four pair of socks, and two dollars and thirty-three cents in dimes, nickels and pennies, and his mother's pistol she carried in her purse. Johnny goes to bed that night but can't fall asleep. As his late night aloneness begins to settle in his heart starts to race, sweat beads on his forehead and his fear of the school yard bullies decreases rapidly. When Johnny wakes up the next morning he's not the same boy, he's a fucking monster.
Instead of hitting the road immediately, Johnny heads to school with the plans of attending the whole day so the school won't notify the parents he is gone which he believes can give him more time to run. Usually when he gets home from school, Mommy and Daddy are so fucking drunk they don't remember shit so leaving after one more day of playground beat down should give him a whole night and morning of fleeing. As this new deranged manic created by fists and kicks strolls on to campus he identifies the biggest bully he has encountered since he started his tour as the first white boy to be the odd man out. Thoughts begin scrolling through his head like credits at the end of a movie being played on network T.V. and then he pushes the pause button at the one that includes the pistol in his bag. He stops in his tracks as if he's at the edge of a cliff and whips his bag around to wear on his chest and begins to dig for the "L" shaped killing device. Once his hand finds the pistol he looks down and discovers that he has no bullets. Soon after discovering the gun he brought was unprepared for battle he was knocked of his feet by a shove from the black school yard king. As he flies back he sees his own feet slowly gaining more height then his head, then things quickly speeds up and he feels his head bounce off the concrete. He grabs at air to pull himself up and once he gets to a standing position, he cuffs the back of his head, brings his hand in front of his face, sees blood, then looks at the bully, and see red.
Johnny shakes his bags that was clinging to his arm by the strap and gives the bully a 100 meter stare. The bully gives a grin and says, "You're fucking dead Whitey."
Johnny gives him no response verbally or physically, he just stands there as if he is still on the edge of a cliff, except this time he's ready to jump. The Bully takes one step towards Johnny and begins to say something else but is cut off before it is put into actual words by and explosion of anger through Johnny's left fist. The force of Johnny's punch spins the Bully one hundred and eighty degrees but doesn't knock him down. The pain in Johnny's fist immediately takes him out of his altered state and into a position familiar to a catcher in baseball. The bully, dazed by pain mixed with shock, turns around slowly and confused with his hands on his knees to face Johnny. The crowds on the playground instantly swarm like flies on shit and form a circle around the two junior high gladiators. Johnny routinely assumes the shape of a fetus on the ground expecting the rest of the kids to make this day similar to the past experiences he has endured at the school for only the black. As Johnny wears his forearms as a helmet and biceps as a face mask he peers past his elbows to see the bully wave the heard off. The bully looks right at Johnny through his elbows and says, "So you lost your fear over night, huh? Well, I am gonna make that the worst mistake of your life." The Bully takes a step towards Johnny and as he gives him some advice, "Don't let two seconds of courage ruin your whole fucking life!" The bully then treats Johnny's lower back like a football teed up for kick off. Johnny rolls over supporting his body with his knees and elbows, still tucking his head in his arms. "Come on Mother Fucker, get your ass up!!!" The bully demands as the crowd begins to get loud.
Johnny staggers to his feet and starts to regain some fearlessness, "fuck you, you fuck...fucking racist." This puts a confused face on the bully and silences the crowd like a mute button. It was a guarantee that, that was the first time the bully had been called a racist. Johnny's anger ignites the fury he had right before the first punch of his life thrown only moments earlier, "You fucking racist piece of shit!! Beat me up because I'm white?!! Fuck you!! Johnny launches another punch at the bully, left hand again, but this time to the bully's stomach, softer on the rookie wrist, and quickly cuts the bully's height in half. "You think I wanna go to this fucking school?" The bully swings for an uppercut but Johnny dodges the throw by a cunt hair only to hear the fist sing right by his face like an over sized be.
One of the spectators from Johnny's right-hand side yells out from the crowd, "Give him an uppercut!!!" Then another bystander repeats the command, and another.
Then out of no where, one on looking kid yells, "Johnny, give him an uppercut", and the crowd erupts in excitement.
Johnny gazes around at the crowd not sure what to think, but before he can try to understand what’s going on the chant begins, "Johnny, give him an uppercut, Johnny, give him an uppercut."
Not sure what to think about his new found fan base, Johnny looks at his opponent who is now back into a basic warrior stance, hands up, feet shoulder width apart, one back, one forward, but this time his thought process for the match is much different. Now as the bully breathes heavier, Johnny can see a newborn fear in the eyes of his opposition, accompanied with frustration and pressure. The crowd begins to chant louder and louder and now the two warriors begin to circle. Johnny's confidence begins to grow rapidly and lunges at the bully. The bully backs away and the crowd sighs. This was the first time any of the kids had ever seen a crack in the big bull's toughness. Johnny lunges again and again and the bully backs away each time showing a greater amount of weakness each evading maneuver. The crowd starts to get angry and Johnny starts to taunt the bully by putting his hands down and sticking his chin out in striking distance. The bully swings nervously and Johnny dodges the attack and counter attacks with the crowds request. Johnny hits the bully on the fucking button which results in laying him flat out on the ground, the crowd became completely silent. After a few seconds the shock slightly dims and one of the bully's friends rushes in to care for his defeated friend. Johnny slowly comes out of the victory shock he was in and discretely begins to back peddle. Once he realizes the possible beating he can receive, he picks up his bag and begins to leave the seen attempting not to be noticed. A couple of strides into his exit he hears someone say, “Johnny, you okay man?" He turns around to see the bully's arms over two different guys shoulder's and hear one say to the bully, "you okay Johnny?" Everything that just happened in the last five minutes flashes through Johnny's head like camera snap shots and realizes who was really supposed to receive the uppercut.
To be continued................
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