The Beauty of Ugliness(Part 1)

Josh and I were never been in the same mask. He would always call me ‘Hey Ron. Can I buy you a beautiful mask?’, and I would say ‘Hey Josh. No thanks, this face is enough for the coming Halloween.’

Many would say we are universe apart physically. Some would think, by looking at us, that I am his worst enemy. But the truth was we are best friends in almost three weeks.

It was when Josh hit me with a rock while I’m playing baseball with my little brother. My bloody face made a hundred people around laughing. When someone shouted ‘Ron. You are really a great scorer. I mean scarer.’ Josh yelled ‘Shut up people. This boy, Ron, is now my best friend.’ Everyone was quiet.

Josh is the only son of our town’s Mayor, and everybody knows him, so the pleasure was all with me.

‘Can your face be fixed or it’s normal? ’ he said after we got out of the private clinic.

‘It’s natural. And did you just pay a thousand to the nurse?’ I said. When he nodded, I continued ‘Oh. And thank you for hitting me.’

‘It’s okay. I know you’re very proud that you have befriended me, aren’t you?’

Before I could say ‘Yeah. Your father is great.’ a black car stopped behind us. A man with a formal costume got out from it and waved to us.

‘Is it your car?’ I said, and picked up a rock at my front.

His ‘Yeah’ made me threw the rock onto the car’s right front light.

The next thing I remembered was I’m at the front of his father in the office.

‘Why did you break the front light?’ the Mayor’s voice was colder than the sound coming out of a freezer.

‘Your son hit me with a rock on my face, so it’s not a big deal to his car.’ My words seemed to raise his anger.

‘It’s not a formal reason. I know, you and my son are both fourteen, so I can understand your stupidity, but what you’ve done was revenge. ’
After a few unacceptable reasoning I threw to his intimidating questions, he let me went home.

At straight one week, Josh went to our house bringing pictures of his one-day girlfriends. It was boring to hear his cheap tricks to make a girl his girlfriend. Every day, I would hear the same patterns of love stories with different names in it.

Thankfully, after that tiring week, he realized that I’m not listening to him anymore, so he changed our route.

The next route was the biggest mistake I’ve ever agreed of.