Squaw Boy.

If I had to change the book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian in some way then it would probably be to have Rowdy agree to go to Reardon with Junior. I think it would be very fun to see how people react to him because he’s almost the exact opposite of the people in Reardon (he gets into fights, very angry, poor) though he still has an amazing talent when it comes to basketball, so they will either love him or hate him, but I’m sure at first it will be hate…

     It was a windy Monday morning.

     Rowdy was already waiting for me in the kitchen gorging down a pack of saltine crackers. As soon as he saw me he muttered “Hurry up asshole” through a mouthful of crackers.

     Dad hadn’t come home last night so my mom drove us to Reardon. Rowdy was unusually quiet the whole drive there and just stared out the window. When we got to the school Riley was still staring out the window so I leaned over and opened the door for him and gave him a push.

     That was a mistake.

     In a flash he had his fist in the air aimed directly at my face, as I was seconds away from a black eye I noticed something different about Rowdy, something I have never seen before; I think Rowdy was ACTUALLY nervous about something. Rowdy doesn’t get nervous about ANYTHING that just doesn’t happen.

     He landed his fist against the seat just inches away from my head, and stormed out the front door. I tried to follow him but he had quickly disappeared into the throngs of students making their way towards their first class. I tried to look for Rowdy by standing on my tippy toes, but I was quickly knocked down by the waves of students behind me so I decided to get to my first class, I’m sure Rowdy can handle himself.

     As soon as everyone was seated, Mr. Smithy, my History teacher started ranting about how fabulous his summer had gone, but all I could think about was whether Rowdy was able to find his first class.

     After we were about five minutes into class there was a loud “BANG” outside the classrooms and everybody quickly ran out to see what happened. By the time I was out the door there was already a student semi-circle surrounding a number of lockers and when I finally crawled my way towards the front I found Rowdy pinning a junior named Zach against the lockers with one fist while he was beating his stomach with the other. 

     I quickly ran to get Rowdy off of him but he simply shoved me to the side. Then Mr. Smithy appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Rowdy whipped around and smashed him in the face and his nose started to bleed like crazy. He tried to cover his nose with his hand but blood oozed down his entire hand. It took three teachers to finally restrain Rowdy and they had to drag him away writhing and kicking as he yelled “That faggot called me squaw boy!”