Self-esteem & Self-reliance
Yo estaba feliz. Feliz como no lo había estado en mucho tiempo. El mundo de Dana se le venía abajo. Finalmente, se hacía justicia. Pero yo quería algo más. Todavía no era suficiente. Pensé que tenía que hacer algo.
Me dirigí a los baños y saqué un marcador de mi mochila. En el primer baño, dibujé un cuadrado con dos círculos. De los círculos salían líneas semejando un flash. Todos se darían cuenta de lo que era. No parencía exactamente una cámara, pero estaba lo suficientemente claro. Para completar, escribí DANA, SONRÍE, y le dibujé una carita feliz al lado.
I felt strong. And angry. Angrier than I've ever been. His bare, wet chest collided with my palms, and I shoved him—hard. He staggered and fell backward.
The cop pulled something out of his pocket.
"You recognize this, Josh?"
I stared at it. It couldn't be.
Andrew looked at it too. After a moment he said, "That looks like the fish club Dad gave you."
"Those are your initials, aren't they, Josh?" the woman cop said.
I nodded.
"It's what Scott was hit with. We have it down at the police station, Josh. Besides your initials, it has your fingerprints on it."
I couldn't swallow. I couldn't talk. When I got scared like this, a hand came up from inside and grabbed all the words out of my mouth. My dad started coming toward me and everything went into slow motion. I tried to run into the kitchen, but every step seemed to take five minutes. So I grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of me. My dad picked it up and threw it across the room. Then he grabbed my arm.
"Stupid," he hissed. "No good. Nothing."
Ralph looked away from me to another guy.
"What do you think, Scott—a seven?"
Scott looked me up and down.
"Seven? Maybe."
"Maybe on a good day," said another guy.
"A really good day? Like last Friday?" Ralph replied.
They were all laughing again.
"You guys are pigs," I said.
