Thursday, June 22, 2017

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ ANGELS - Afriel and Charmeine 2


Over the next several weeks, we will be sharing excerpts of the angelic characters from a work in progress, THE DARKNESS WITHIN, Book Three by Angelica Hart and Zi.


ANGEL WINGS OF HOPE

Afriel's and Charmeine's coalition of hope 

Brattleboro, Vermont, Amherst Mass., Albany, NY

 Hebrews 13:2 - Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it.



             Jerry Sarin had been labeled a nerd but wasn’t born with the brilliant gene. Yes, he loved everything sci-fi and fantasy. Yes, he buried his head in books. Yes, he blushed to his brain cells when around a beautiful girl. And, yes, he didn’t have any friends. Which was a recent event, the one he had moved.

"Jerry... Jerry... is a fairy!" came down the hall as the boys approached. Laughter followed. This was typical.

One bully pushed Jerry's face into a metal locker as the group passed.

All others seemed out of his purview. The bright and upcoming nerds were in classes where Jerry couldn’t compete, and then there were the preps. He couldn’t keep up with the fashion. The skaters who wore things such as Dickies and Converses, well, skated. Jerry had weak ankles. The Goths basically scared him. Geeze, they never smiled. He took a stab at fitting in with the Emos, allegedly depressed teens who wore straight legged jeans and band t-shirts with perpetually messy hair kinda fit his look. His own hair looked like it never saw a comb. He was short and bony, but Jerry didn’t like their heavy metal music and he simply couldn’t manage to be that sad all the time. They were almost an off-shoot of the Goths. He didn’t even dare consider being a jock. Jerry had an athletic disability; he couldn’t throw, kick, catch or hit a ball in any way, in any capacity. He tripped when he ran. He was too small to build up speed for the swim team, and he didn’t have the strength for wrestling. Maybe, he could turn his stringy body into something muscular, but he didn’t have the ambition. There were other high school clicks but Jerry just didn’t fit anywhere.

Jerry Sarin, youngest son of a white mother and East Indian father, was average in everything else. It was  annoying not fitting in and hurtful being bullied.

This day he was targeted again. It was not the first time one of those groups had singled him out. Nope, probably wouldn't be the last either. There it was the switcher-upper, someone changed the lock on his locker. How cruel. The worse was it was premeditated. Someone actually went out and bought a brand new one just for him. Should he be flattered? Shouldn't they have more in their life than pick-on-Jerry plans? Why? It was insane. The reason didn't matter. What mattered was he couldn’t get in. His homework was there. His lunch was there. His freaking life was in there. He smacked the metal container as if he could break in. "Why me? Why all the frickin' time me?"

“Won’t do any good.”

Jerry turned, two boys around his age stood before him. They had the appearance of being dweebs like him, but he hadn’t seen them around. New kids?

“Hi,” Jerry managed. “Can’t get in.”

“Someone change out the lock?” The taller one asked.

Jerry shrugged. “Yea.”

“Let me,” the other said, put his ear against the cylinder and fiddled for just over a minute. It popped open.

“How did you do that?” He asked looking at his locker.

The boy showed him. “Just listen for the clicks.”

Jerry nodded as he gathered what he needed. “This has happened to you?”

“Yes. And other stuff.” The one said.

“I hate it. I hate them!” Jerry was adamant.

“Hate doesn’t do any more good than smashing your hand against the locker.”

Jerry began to walk toward his free period in the auditorium, the others tagged along. “It’s hard to just ignore.”

"Stand for yourself and your rights to be treated fairly has to be a fundamental imperative. Sure it is scary, but let the rightness lead. Be a shining example for yourself, and others."

The fuller bodied of the newbies added, “Actually, at times, ignoring is the key. If they realize it is not affecting you, they stop. No reaction, no fun for them.”

A bell sounded. Jerry walked more quickly.  “It can’t possibly be that easy.”

Something flashed amid his being, infusing onto his soul. His chest puffed as a sense of fairplay grappled against cowardice. His eyes riveted on one simple thought, he was stronger.  

No one responded, and when Jerry glanced backward, thinking he walked ahead of the boys, he discovered he was alone. “Where did they go?” he said aloud, his voice demanding attention.

“Who?” asked a popular girl with her trio of friends about her. This was unusual for anyone to dialog with Jerry, but he commanded a reply.

“Um… two guys, one tall, the other a little fuller.”

She looked down the length of her pert little nose. “No one was here but you, Goose.” Goose was a nickname they called him because his sneezes sounded like a honk.

Jerry scanned the hall. They were right. He was late for the next period and the only other ones in the hall were the girls. He did not shrivel from what he knew to be a fact as he oft did trying to fit with others. What had happened?

Jerry felt different because of the brief encounter. Why? How?

Unknowingly, Jerry had just conversed with two angels. Why? They brought their blessings to his world to be forwarded to all through him.

Afriel and Charmeine had altered their forms and offered Jerry not just some sage wisdom, but left a bit of themselves. Their invisible wings touched his torso and empowered it, broadening his shoulders. Every angel was poised and their confidence infused him, bringing a solid clarity to his reasoning. Yes, he stood a bit taller, felt smarter, and shyness seemed to evaporate. He recognized that he had been helped, but didn’t know how these two vanishing boys did it.

He was not the only ones who noticed his metamorphosis. To the girls, he appeared bigger, stronger, less dorky. “You been working out or something, Goose?” asked the leader of the Starlets as they liked to think of themselves.

“My name is Jerry. Jerry Sarin.” Bold. Direct. Commanding.

After the period, the crude boys walked down the hall and again bantered, "Jerry... Jerry... is a fairy!"

Normally, Jerry would have hung his head, attempted to be invisible and flee as quickly as possible, hoping no one would follow with taunts. Instead, Jerry took deliberate powerful steps toward the boys, grabbed the parroting prankster creep by the shirt collar, pushed him to the wall. His voice steady, forceful but not loud. "I want my lock back. Make it so."

The boy pushed back probably expecting little resistance, but a new-founded strength with Jerry, overpowered as he held the boy.

Further, the boy couldn't bring himself to even twitch. More than Jerry held him. Was it fear? Fear of this nobody? It felt like an invisible grip, a paralysis he had never experience. It was eerie.

The amassing group of rubberneckers watched in utter amazement. Jerry could have hurt him, but only showed enough strength to assert his point. When he released the boy, Jerry backed away only a step, awaiting a response.

"I'll... I'll ask," said the wannabe bully.

"Get it done."

Jerry walked away.

Every eye watched him.

From that moment on, Jerry took a position on bullies. He ignored their antics while standing defiantly and passed those nuggets of information and strategy on to others. When bullies tried a more hands-on tactic, he stood, literally stood against them, not moving, not fighting back, not yelling, but bracing himself and staring past them. When one tried to hit him, it was as if they smashed their fist against an invisible wall. Jerry smiled as if they were children, an action which rattled the assaulter. When two tried to move him, it was as if he were anchored in place. A simple stretch of Jerry's arms propelled them away. There it was, he was no longer a victim.

Jerry would tell all that you either believed in something or you stood for nothing. He stood for no tolerance when it came to bullies. Confronted every occurrence with a direct non-violent confrontation. Eye-to-eye he would make his point, that the weak were not fair game.

The school noticed his stand on bulling. Parents heard the stories from their happier children. Mothers and fathers and teachers made it a mandate that their community was a no-bullying one.

They brought his phrasing to the school district as a model. The district adopted Jerry’s Rule, which was then approved as a regulation for all schools. Jerry’s angelic interaction created anti-bullying regulations for all of Vermont.

Ironically, Jerry was shot when he confronted a man in New York City who was mugging another. Did he die? No. Did he waver his ideal? No. Did the mugger win? No. The mugger exploded into a meat shower.


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About the Story: The Darkness Within is a fast-paced supernatural thriller involving, kidnapping, romance, gypsies, and supernatural beings. The tale revolves around private detective Brie (Gabriella) Tyler's investigation of several missing young women believed to be runaways. Somehow, it connects to a past she cannot remember.   While trying to find his missing niece, Jake Marlo, the owner of prestigious private detective agency, crosses path with Brie. Independent and feisty, Tyler resists Marlo's help and romantic attention. The two collide as heinous henchmen and supernatural forces threaten to destroy their lives.


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