DCU Shazam! - Issue #5
DCU Shazam! - Issue #5
I spend the whole next day hanging out with my new family in town. We live in the suburbs, just outside Fawcett City, where there are only a few stores, but there's still plenty to do.
Freddie asks if I wanna go to the skate-park. I say yes, of course. I’ve never really been one for skateboards, but I can ride. We only have two boards, so I take turns with Eugene, while Mary and Pedro also take turns. Darla isn’t particularly interested in riding them, but she does record us with her video camera. I don’t think I’ve actually ever used a video camera, but I don’t tell any of them this.
Darla manages to get a few great shots of me skating alongside Mary, and a really funny one of Pedro flailing off his board right at the peak of a half-pipe. Don’t worry, he’s fine. We can hear Freddie laughing hysterically in the background of the footage, which only makes it funnier.
As we’re all gathered around the camera, watching the footage back, we don’t notice some other kids enter the skate-park. However, we take notice when they try to snatch Eugene’s skateboard, right out of his hands!
Eugene Choi: “Hey man! You can’t have this, it’s not even mine!”
Teenager: “You aren’t using it! And we need another one!”
The teenager lets loose of the board when we all turn to face him. Freddie raises one of his crutches like a weapon. The guy snarls, and turns tail, running back to his friends.
This may have been a mistake.
About a dozen similarly scruffy teenagers, most of them older than us, come over to our corner of the skate-park. Mary steps out in front of our group, and addresses the leader of these teenagers, who must be about her age.
Mary Bromfield: “You can’t have it, Matthew!”
I assume that they go to the same high school that my foster siblings do. I can’t wait to attend...
Matthew Morris: “Whatever dweeb. I’m more interested in who the scrawny new freak is”
He looks directly at me. Unsure what to do, I step forward and offer a handshake.
Billy Batson: “My name’s Billy. Billy Batso-”
He slaps my hand away, then smacks me in the head so hard across the face that I fall to the ground. All his little cronies friends are laughing, until…
Freddie Freeman launches one of his crutches directly into Matthew’s nuts, then leaps onto his chest and starts repeatedly beating him across the face. Over, and over again. I can’t help but grin from ear-to-ear.
Matthew’s cronie friends are too stunned to do anything. Who would’ve expected a skinny, 80 lbs, 14 year old with a limp leg and crutches to tackle a strong, build senior student, twice his weight.
Mary lifts Freddie up off Matthew. His nose is clearly broken and he’ll probably have a black eye too. I would’ve never expected such anger and fercosity from him. As everyone gets back onto their feet, and Matthew is helped up by his cronies, we all hear the *CLIK-CLUNK* of Darla’s video camera as it finishes recording.
She recorded the entire thing.
At this point, we knew it was time to run away.
Matthew Morris: “You’re all dead! Freeman! Batson! ALL OF YOU!”
We run until we can’t hear him yelling any more.
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This issue is dedicated to Quadegilbert.
DCU Shazam! - Issue #5
DCU Shazam! - Issue #5
I spend the whole next day hanging out with my new family in town. We live in the suburbs, just outside Fawcett City, where there are only a few stores, but there's still plenty to do.
Freddie asks if I wanna go to the skate-park. I say yes, of course. I’ve never really been one for skateboards, but I can ride. We only have two boards, so I take turns with Eugene, while Mary and Pedro also take turns. Darla isn’t particularly interested in riding them, but she does record us with her video camera. I don’t think I’ve actually ever used a video camera, but I don’t tell any of them this.
Darla manages to get a few great shots of me skating alongside Mary, and a really funny one of Pedro flailing off his board right at the peak of a half-pipe. Don’t worry, he’s fine. We can hear Freddie laughing hysterically in the background of the footage, which only makes it funnier.
As we’re all gathered around the camera, watching the footage back, we don’t notice some other kids enter the skate-park. However, we take notice when they try to snatch Eugene’s skateboard, right out of his hands!
Eugene Choi: “Hey man! You can’t have this, it’s not even mine!”
Teenager: “You aren’t using it! And we need another one!”
The teenager lets loose of the board when we all turn to face him. Freddie raises one of his crutches like a weapon. The guy snarls, and turns tail, running back to his friends.
This may have been a mistake.
About a dozen similarly scruffy teenagers, most of them older than us, come over to our corner of the skate-park. Mary steps out in front of our group, and addresses the leader of these teenagers, who must be about her age.
Mary Bromfield: “You can’t have it, Matthew!”
I assume that they go to the same high school that my foster siblings do. I can’t wait to attend...
Matthew Morris: “Whatever dweeb. I’m more interested in who the scrawny new freak is”
He looks directly at me. Unsure what to do, I step forward and offer a handshake.
Billy Batson: “My name’s Billy. Billy Batso-”
He slaps my hand away, then smacks me in the head so hard across the face that I fall to the ground. All his little cronies friends are laughing, until…
Freddie Freeman launches one of his crutches directly into Matthew’s nuts, then leaps onto his chest and starts repeatedly beating him across the face. Over, and over again. I can’t help but grin from ear-to-ear.
Matthew’s cronie friends are too stunned to do anything. Who would’ve expected a skinny, 80 lbs, 14 year old with a limp leg and crutches to tackle a strong, build senior student, twice his weight.
Mary lifts Freddie up off Matthew. His nose is clearly broken and he’ll probably have a black eye too. I would’ve never expected such anger and fercosity from him. As everyone gets back onto their feet, and Matthew is helped up by his cronies, we all hear the *CLIK-CLUNK* of Darla’s video camera as it finishes recording.
She recorded the entire thing.
At this point, we knew it was time to run away.
Matthew Morris: “You’re all dead! Freeman! Batson! ALL OF YOU!”
We run until we can’t hear him yelling any more.
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This issue is dedicated to Quadegilbert.