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By Gerald Shuler
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The final bell, releasing students to their individual freedoms, took an eternity to come. Finally, though, the bell rang and Billy grabbed his jacket, following Marcus as he walked toward his home. Billy had no idea where Marcus lived but he knew it must be near the school because he didn't get on a school bus. That fit Billy's plan perfectly. Following from a safe distance, Billy passed by a scrap piece of two-by-four lumber laying in the street gutter. He picked it up, just in case he had to defend himself. This entire 'stand-your-own-ground' attitude was foreign to Billy. He had a weapon. Why? Would he actually use it if needed? No. It wasn't his nature. He dropped the piece of wood back to the gutter.
Billy followed Marcus to a shabby neighborhood on the edge of the city dump. No surprise. Billy hadn't expected much from Marcus... not even a good house.
“Marcus Everett Brown,” The voice came from inside the house, a man's voice. “You get your worthless tail in this house right now. Where you been? You miserable...” a line of shocking vulgarity followed that Billy, unsuccessfully, tried to wipe from his hearing.
“I came straight home, Dad.” Marcus' voice sounded like a condemned man, begging for his life.
“Don't lie to me or I swear I'll...” The man, nearly as large as his voice was mean, staggered out of the front of the house. “Get in the house and get me another beer.” As Marcus passed by his father a fist landed on his chin, causing him to almost fall. “You no good bag of... I'm ashamed to call you my son!”
Billy watched from across the street. He had never been treated that way by his parents. What was worse, though, was the look on Marcus' face. Tears... but not from being hit by a drunk. His tears were born of the lack of love in his life.
The next day Billy made it a point to find Marcus. He knew it may end up with his books, and his body, strewn on the ground, but he had spent the night praying about what he had seen yesterday. As a Christian teen, it was hard enough to face peer pressure, but he knew that Marcus was different. Marcus was the one facing the pressure.
Marcus was at the water fountain when Billy found him. He had a bruise on his chin, from falling on the stairs, according to rumors. Billy knew better.
“Hi, Marcus.” Billy's knees felt weak as Marcus turned from the fountain and faced his foe. The look on his face said 'Leave me alone.' But Billy had already made his decision. He took a candy bar out of his knapsack and held it toward the Bully. “I had an extra one and I just wondered if you would like to have it.”
Marcus reached for the bar, still looking like a bear about ready to attack. “What fur?” he asked.
“No reason.” Billy said. “You just looked like you could use a friend.”
Marcus began to unwrap the candy bar. “I don't need nuthin' from no one.” He took the first bite of the sweet, unexpected gift.
“That's okay,” Billy smiled. “If you ever do need a friend, just look me up. I'll be there. It's the Christian way. In fact, I'd like to invite you to a Sunday School Picnic we're having this weekend.” Billy smiled again as he started to turn away. “Let me know if you would like to go. I'll give you all the information.” Marcus didn't say a word. But as Billy turned to leave, out of the corner of his eye, Billy saw it.
Marcus was smiling back... almost kindly.
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