The First Future Bender — Part One
Joshua panted, his chest contracting. The midday sun above didn’t help. He raised dust with every thud.
Terry over took him.
They were the leading pack.
I wished I pushed harder in the gym as coach told me too. There was nothing much he could do.
Terry turned and smiled a knowing grin. He even waved.
He must be investigated for drug abuse. There’s no way he can be better than me. No, no, no.
Thud, thud, thud.
Joshua looked behind.
Another runner was approaching.
I can’t stand to be humiliated even further. He took a deeper breath and caught up to pace with Terry.
“Give up boy. I’m the new star in town,” Terry sprinted ahead.
Joshua’s lungs gave up. He slowed. The other runners overtook him.
His coach, Robert, shouted at him from the stands.
Joshua stood to his feet from a squatting position and shook his head.
His friend, Ernest neared him, “Dude, run, run, run, run, run, at least finish the race.”
Joshua walked away from the track, If I can’t be first, I won’t run at all.
The race ended.
A crowd gathered around Terry. A strong student told Terry to sit behind his neck, he lifted him to the cheer of the crowd.
Joshua looked on, That used to be me.
Coach Robert jogged towards him.
“Please don’t open your mouth. I don’t want to hear it. I’m disgusted with myself as if. Be merciful for once.”
Coach raised his right hand at him fuming and put it back down.
Joshua sat on the ground, this is great. I don’t have to keep up appearances anymore. I don’t even want to eat healthy for a bit—time to digest a couple of burgers and a milkshake. I should turn my phone off a bit too.
The noise of the crowd grew louder.
He ignored it. He felt a couple of bodies drawing near.
He turned and saw Terry nearing to face him.
Terry stretched out a hand for a greeting.
Joshua just stared at Terry’s palm.
The smartphones of the crowd were filming, clicking, and flashing.
“LET’S LEAVE THIS LOSER ALONE,” shouted Angella.
The crowd roared, “LET’S GO TAKE PICTURES ELSEWHERE,” said Paul.
Joshua walked into class and the murmuring of voices stopped.
All eyes were fixed on him.
His eyes met a few eyes as he neared his desk. Plastered all over it were copies of the same newsprint photos of Terry overtaking him. He tore them off in anger.
Terry walked into the class bouncing and waving at the class.
Whistles, claps, and cheers broke out. Some even gave him a standing ovation.
He sat at his desk. The same photos were plastered on his desk in exactly the same fashion as Joshua’s desk.
A crowd gathered round Terry.
“Give me just a minute to settle down.”
Angella had just finished using the toilet and she pressed the flush button.
Nothing came out of the cistern.
Oh my, whoever comes in after me will know I didn’t flush. But it’s not my fault. But’s hard to explain these kinds of situations either.