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Blue Screen of Sherman Part 2
Later, Daria had also seen Sherman interact with Kevin and Mack, and disliked him even more. She was surpised to see him blocking her locker. She glanced at her friends, thankful for their presence. She didn't know what would happen if she was alone. “Excuse me,” she said.
“You're kidding, right? You think I'm going to talk to you?” Sherman said in reply. He looked at Jane. “You, maybe. Like, four hours into a kegger.” He looked at Jennifer. “Similarly.”
“Perhaps after I vomit on your shoes,” Jane said.
“No way!” Jennifer said, forcing herself to be audible.
“I don't want to talk to you!”
“Yeah, right. You said, 'Excuse me.'”
“You're on my locker!”
The Jock straightened up. “Do you know who I am? Tommy Sherman?”
“I know the whole school's turning itself inside out because of some egotistical football player, and I've seen you insult or proposition just about everyone you come across, so my guess is that you're the football player guy. Congratulations, you must have worked very hard to become such a colossal jerk so quickly,” Daria said.
Jane snickered.
“You know what Tommy Sherman's going to do now? He's going to go out onto the field and check out his new goal post. He's going to read the plaque and think of all the people who admire him. But you wouldn't know anything about that. You're one of those miserable misanthrope chicks, always moping about what a cruel world it is, making a big deal about it so people won't notice that you're a loser.” He walked away.
“I don't think he likes you.”
“That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that jerk is going to be treated like a hero for the rest of his life.”
“Well, maybe he won't live that long,” Jane said.
“Come on. You know wishes don't come true.”
Suddenly there was a loud crash from outside. Kevin's voice came loud with a tone of shock! “Oh, my God! The goal post fell! Tommy Sherman's dead! He's dead!”
Jane, Daria and Jennifer looked at each other in total shock...
An hour later, the faculty and students of Lawndale High gathered in the Hall for a memorial assembly...
“How does one make sense of a tragedy so... tragic,” Ms. Li said.
The sound of Kevin blubbering was clearly audible.
“A young man, our hero, struck down in a freakish accident by the very goal post that was being put up in his honor. What lesson can we take from all of this... other than not to leave heavy goal posts in sharp edged wooden crates leaning precariously against the bleachers.” She glared at a group of nearby janitors. “The lesson is to spread joy, spread light! Make it your goal to make others feel good. And when you reach that goal, you keep running until you reach the goal post. You hit that goal post hard, and that's what this young man did, and that is the legacy he left to you, to me, to Lawndale High.”
( Afterwards... )
Later, Daria had also seen Sherman interact with Kevin and Mack, and disliked him even more. She was surpised to see him blocking her locker. She glanced at her friends, thankful for their presence. She didn't know what would happen if she was alone. “Excuse me,” she said.
“You're kidding, right? You think I'm going to talk to you?” Sherman said in reply. He looked at Jane. “You, maybe. Like, four hours into a kegger.” He looked at Jennifer. “Similarly.”
“Perhaps after I vomit on your shoes,” Jane said.
“No way!” Jennifer said, forcing herself to be audible.
“I don't want to talk to you!”
“Yeah, right. You said, 'Excuse me.'”
“You're on my locker!”
The Jock straightened up. “Do you know who I am? Tommy Sherman?”
“I know the whole school's turning itself inside out because of some egotistical football player, and I've seen you insult or proposition just about everyone you come across, so my guess is that you're the football player guy. Congratulations, you must have worked very hard to become such a colossal jerk so quickly,” Daria said.
Jane snickered.
“You know what Tommy Sherman's going to do now? He's going to go out onto the field and check out his new goal post. He's going to read the plaque and think of all the people who admire him. But you wouldn't know anything about that. You're one of those miserable misanthrope chicks, always moping about what a cruel world it is, making a big deal about it so people won't notice that you're a loser.” He walked away.
“I don't think he likes you.”
“That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that jerk is going to be treated like a hero for the rest of his life.”
“Well, maybe he won't live that long,” Jane said.
“Come on. You know wishes don't come true.”
Suddenly there was a loud crash from outside. Kevin's voice came loud with a tone of shock! “Oh, my God! The goal post fell! Tommy Sherman's dead! He's dead!”
Jane, Daria and Jennifer looked at each other in total shock...
An hour later, the faculty and students of Lawndale High gathered in the Hall for a memorial assembly...
“How does one make sense of a tragedy so... tragic,” Ms. Li said.
The sound of Kevin blubbering was clearly audible.
“A young man, our hero, struck down in a freakish accident by the very goal post that was being put up in his honor. What lesson can we take from all of this... other than not to leave heavy goal posts in sharp edged wooden crates leaning precariously against the bleachers.” She glared at a group of nearby janitors. “The lesson is to spread joy, spread light! Make it your goal to make others feel good. And when you reach that goal, you keep running until you reach the goal post. You hit that goal post hard, and that's what this young man did, and that is the legacy he left to you, to me, to Lawndale High.”
( Afterwards... )
