Games
Problems
Go Pro!

Writing > Users > Douglas > 2008

Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction


The following is a piece of writing submitted by Douglas on June 24, 2008
"There is a moral to this story, which you will find in the last line - if you're paying attention. :) "

Exclusion

Vinnie stood quietly behind one of the taller boys in class, knowing even as he did so that he was killing his chances of being selected. It was irrational, but he couldn't help it. He loved playing baseball with the boys, but he couldn't stand being picked last. At least this way, when he was the last boy selected for a team, he could tell himself it was because no one noticed he was there.

"I'll take Roger," Mark, one of the team captains, said. As Roger stepped forward, Mark noticed Vinnie standing behind him. "Oh, and hey," he said with a grin, "Vinnie wants to play. You can have Vinnie, Joe!"

Joe scowled. "I'll pick my own team, thank you very much," he said. Then, after surveying the remaining students, he said, "I'll take Greg."

Now that Vinnie's shield was gone, now that he had been brought to everyone's attention by Mark's unkind jest, and he had no chance of remaining unnoticed, Vinnie worked at a new tactic. He didn't exactly stand on his tip-toes, but he did everything he could to stretch out his short, slouching frame to its full height. Even stretched out like that, Vinnie didn't cut a very imposing figure.

"Bob," Mark called, and Bob trotted over to his side of the line.

"Jack," Joe said.

With the person to his left and to his right chosen for teams, Vinnie felt as though he was the center of attention now, separated from the other potential players who stood calmly waiting to be chosen. They, at least, knew they wouldn't be chosen last.

"Hey Vinnie," Mark said, after a couple more rounds of player selection. "Why don't you run and get your sketch pad, and you can draw pictures of us men playing baseball. Maybe you could even get it published in the school newspaper."

"Ha ha!" Joe said. "School newspapers are for girls." Then, as though to illustrate the point, he called out, "Ferdie!" Burning shame and humiliation turned Vinnie's face bright red; the only girl who wanted to play had been picked before him.

"Tell you what, Joe," Mark said. "If I take Vinnie, I think you've got to let me have an extra player to make up for it."

Joe thought about that. "No way," he said. "There's an even number of players, so if I give you an extra, you're up by two players. That's not fair. Even Vinnie's not worth a two player disadvantage. Besides, I've got the girl."

"Well, I'm not taking him," Mark said. Then he added, "I'll trade him for the girl."

"Nope."

Mark turned to look at Vinnie, who was desperately trying to look athletic by flexing the muscles in his spindly arms. "Hey, Vinnie," Mark said. "You can play first base."

Surprised, Vinnie let out an uncharacteristic whoop of happiness, and trotted toward Mark's team.

"No, Vinnie," Mark said with feigned patience. "You're not on my team. We're one bag short, so you're first base." Then, to everyone else he called, "Just be careful not to stomp on him too hard on your way to second!"

Everyone but Vinnie whooped and whistled with laughter and jeers. Vinnie, trying not to cry, trying to pretend that he wasn't hurt by their banter, turned slowly away, and with what he hoped was a casual-looking swagger, he walked away.

He still had his sketch pad, and he could draw caricatures of those morons that would make their own mothers laugh at them. He just simply wasn't going to let them bother him. They weren't worth the trouble. Someday it wouldn't matter that he hadn't been chosen. Someday he would forget all this, and life wouldn't be so miserable. Someday.

He would cut off his own left ear before he would let those idiots get to him.

More writing by this author


Blogs on This Site

Reviews and book lists - books we love!
The site administrator fields questions from visitors.
Like us on Facebook to get updates about new resources
Home
Pro Membership
About
Privacy