Joshua

Joshua was a student in my kindergarten class at T. Harry Garrett Elementary School in Augusta, Georgia. Joshua wasn't the smartest kid in the class, in fact he was just the opposite of that. He was a heavier set student and not the most well liked. I wouldn't consider him socially awkward because he did try very hard to achieve a good standing friendship with the students in my class, but he wasn't any ones best friend. Joshua always wore these khaki shorts that were always way too uncomfortably high above his knees and a polo shirt that was too big for him. I know we had a dress code at the school but when your kid is has grown out of his clothes then it's time to go shopping for some new ones, I don't care if it gets pricey.
Joshua was the first person I ever cussed at, in school or anywhere. It was a bright sunny day of school. It was a perfect day to go out during recess and just have fun with a group of my friends, Joshua felt the need to tag-along. We didn't usually mind because we were the good group of kids. My best friend Davis' mom was one of the two P.E. teachers and, secretly, I had a crush on his big sister who was in the fourth grade at the time. My other friend, his name escapes me, was a math wiz. I remember calling him one day and his dad forced him to recite his times tables from memory, surprising for a kindergartner but really at the time I didn't care at all.
So that day we went to play in the grass like we usually did. The way our playground was set up was that there was a jungle gym and a plain of grass on top of a hill on the right side of the playground. To get to the swings, sandbox, and slides we could have just walked down the hill or taken a flight of stairs. We usually played just at the bottom of that hill in a grassy area. As kids we used our imagination to create our own world, although our world seemed much like that of the show Dragonball Z.
As the tension of battle rose and I struck down the evil Joshua with my super blast of death I realized that he did not die. "I just killed you," I screamed in anger. "No you didn't I used my special force field that protects me from your blast," he explained. After some arguing I didn't like his reasoning so...I called him an asshole. When I said it everyone stopped talking and moving. They stared at me eyes and mouths wide open. Joshua said, "I'm telling" and all the kids went to tell on me. As I tried to stop them I caught up with Joshua and threw him to the ground. Davis and the others were too quick and they met up with the teacher at the top of the stairs. I was busted.