Page 1 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

Halo Stone

2008-10yrs old Fifth grade

I hate everyone! Mommy, daddy, Principal Webbs and my teacher Ms. Tacker. All of them agreed to separate me and my brothers Golden and Greek. They claimed that when we are in the same classroom together that we ‘goof off’ and do not listen. Now, I am in Ms. Tacker stupid class with these stupid kids who all say stupid things.

Then to make this day suck even more Ms. Tacker gave us a match quiz today. If you did not finish the eight problems, then you could not go outside for recess after lunch. That was the best part about school. I had one more problem left and I was trying to finish before Terry Mitchell.

He and I had the same crush on Anna. If he goes outside before me then he will go under the jungle gym with her. That’s where two people went and when they came out that meant they ‘go together. I wanted it to be me and Anna not her and Terry and his bad breath.

“I’m finish Ms. Tacker.” I announced with a raised hand and a giant smile on my face.

“Okay Halo, bring up your work and leave your pencil on your desk.” She instructed me.

When I got up, Terry looked like he wanted to punch me. I covered my mouth in a laugh when I saw he was only on the second problem. He always had a hard time with multiplication problems.

Ms. Tracker had her big, black round glasses on that she let rest on the end of her nose. Me and my brother made fun of her hairy mole on the right side of her cheek all the time. She wore only ruffle dresses with stockings that had a run in them all the time with white shoes.

The wig she wore was black and looked like it should be on a clown. I knew it was a wig because it moved when she scratched it. She looked at my quiz then to me and spoke.

“When you apply yourself, the results are good. Go ahead and eat lunch then enjoy recess.”

I left the classroom very happy that I beat Terry. The steel door closed behind me, and I did a little dance before I noticed my shoes were untied. I bent down to tie my new black and red Air Force ones. They matched my black and red Sixers Allen Iverson jersey.

My dad surprised me and my brothers were jerseys of our favorite basketball player. Once I tied my shoes, I took off running down the long hall towards the cafeteria.

“Young man you need to slow down.”

I heard a voice behind me speak and I stopped. If we were caught running in the halls then detention was issued. That meant staying after school and cleaning homeroom with Ms. Tracker. My brother Golden knows that punishment very well. I have never been in trouble and do not want to be.

I turned around and the woman in front of me looked like Megara from my favorite movie Hercules Except this lady had lighter skin complexion. All the teachers were a fat old man whose pants were high. They had terrible wigs, hairy moles or reminded me of my grandma.

No way could this lady be a teacher. She wore a long skirt with a soft looking shirt that buttoned up to her neck and tied in the front. The skirt was not big on her, it was tight and she wore heels. Heels that I saw my mommy wearing when her and daddy go out on dates. Her hair was straight, black, and very long. The smile on her face, the way she looked at me made me feel just like I was Hercules and she was for sure Megara.

“Sorry. I finished my quiz and its pizza day in the cafeteria.” I nervously answered.

“Pizza day, well, wouldn’t want you to miss that. But your safety is more important, Wouldn’t you say?”

“Y-yes Megara. I-I mean mam.” Oh God I called her Megara! I am so stupid! Like Terry when he does multiplication.

Her slanted, grey eyes stayed on me, and she let out a laugh that almost made my eyes cross together.

“Megara. I see, so that makes you my Hercules. And as my Hercules I need you not to run in the halls. We do not want you to get in trouble or worse, hurt. Can you do that for me, can you use that smart brain of yours and be good?”

I nodded my head and when her smile got bigger, I matched it.

“Great. Have a good lunch.”

I turned around and walked towards the cafeteria.

“See you later Hercules.”

She said as I walked and I felt like I floated to my destination.

“Halo, forget playing freeze tag! Terry is going under the jungle gym with Anna!” Greek ran over from across the playground warning me.

“I don’t care.” I told him then finished the ‘Enney Meeny Miny Moe’ song around everyone’s foot who was in.

“You don’t care! Halo, you not about to let Terry and his stank ass breath steal your girl! Not my brother!”