The "FUCK YOU" Kid

Today I will tell you a tale.

A true story, told from the third person, with few embellishments impregnated with intrigue, mystery, and drollery.

So without further or do....the story of the "FUCK YOU" Kid.

James had survived almost 10 months in the Republic of Korea. He lived on the second floor of an enormous set of block apartments owned by the Hyundai Company in the fairly large city of Daejeon, a five minute walk from his comfortable job at a private English school.

(Chapter 1)

One leisurely afternoon, after finishing being glued to his favorite TV program on "OnStyle", James decided to go into work five minutes early. Approximately one minute into his journey he came across two elementary school boys walking towards him. James didn't recognize them as his precious students. Expecting a sincere "hello", as most young children express in the area when James walks by them, the moment he passed them the shorter of the two said "FUCK YOU" under his breath.

(Chapter 2)
James, a sensitive and kind hearted soul, felt a sense of betrayal in his heart and a darkness emerged in his veins. Blackness filled his entire being. He clenched his fists, puffed his chest, and turned around grinding his teeth like Scar in the Lion King. "ILLOWA"!! he said in a strong yet poorly pronounced Korean voice. The two young boys continued to walk, away with quicker quantitative strides. The instant they turned the corner the innocent friend popped his head out and claimed his innocence with the words...."not me"...."not me".

(Chapter 3)
Two weeks later the incident had been forgotten. An uneventful Sunday morning led to a decision to hit the gym earlier than scheduled. The weather had cleared up and it started to feel like spring had finally arrived. James was in high spirits as he walked along side his long time roomate. They discussed what they planned to do at the Sportcentre when an unprovoked "FUCK YOU" came from the jungle that is Hyundai Apartments. Like a sniper in the jungles of the Vietnam War they were hit.

(Chapter 4)

The black blood flowed through James' body once again. The voice of a young boy stired rage. James fell to the level of his nemesis yelling immaturely into the Hyundai wilderness. Unable to see his enemy James shot out wildly with no target in sight. James wanted to stand face to face with this coward...but it wasn't to be.

It would have been an exhausting task to weed out the thorn that was damaging his ego. The moment his blood turned red...the unexpected happened...

(Chapter 5)
The ghost in the darkness taunted James with one last hit. "SHUT UP" yelled the young boy. James sighed with defeat. "Touche" ,he replied, as he walked dismally, with his head hanged, to the gym.

THE END

PEACE