The Zella Chronicles

The weekend after youth conference was his cousin’s birthday party. It was a barbeque in the back yard of their Willow Glenn home. The hamburgers had just been served when there was a popping sound and something whizzed by his ear. There were more pops and Gigi noticed a gun barrel over the top of the fence.

Everyone else hit the dirt, but Gigi took off after the culprits. His senses were on overdrive as he tiptoed through the parked vehicles. As he passed a truck, he caught a movement by his side. Immediately his fist went after the shadow. Unfortunately, it was his own shadow on the side window of a truck. Glass shattered, and blood dripped from his hand and wrist. The crazy kids at the fence heard the crash, dropped their bb gun and ran. Gigi came back to the party leaving a trail of blood.

At school the next day Tilly came up to Gigi at brunch. Her cheeks colored as she spoke,

“How’s your hand, Gig?”

“It’s OK. I just feel so stupid.”

“Well, I think you were brave. If it wasn’t for you those kids might have really hurt someone.”

Feeling a few inches taller, Gigi puffed out his chest and saluted, “Just doing my job,” he smiled. They laughed together and the bell rang. “See you later,” they both said. As he walked away he mused, I’ve known that funny faced girl all my life. He thought as he shook his head.

When did she get to be so cute?