TEXT A "Leave him alone!" I
yelled as I walked out of the orphanage gate and saw several of the Spring Park
School bullies pushing the deaf kid around. I did not know the boy at all but I
knew that We were about the same age, because of his size. He lived in the old
white house across the street from the orphanage where I lived. I had seen him
on his front porch several times doing absolutely nothing, except just sitting
there making funny like hand movements. In the summer time we
didn’t get much to eat for Sunday supper, except watermelon and then we had to
eat it outside behind the dining room so we would not make a mess on the tames
inside. About the only time that I would see him was through the high chain-link
fence that surrounded the orphanage when we ate our watermelon
outside. The deaf kid started making all kinds of hand signals,
real fast like. "You are a stupid idiot!" said the bigger of the two bullies as
he pushed the boy down on the ground. The other bully ran around behind the boy
and kicked him as hard as he could in the back. The deaf boy’s body started
shaking all over and he curled up in a ball trying to shield and hide his face.
He looked like he was trying to cry, or something but he just couldn’t make any
sounds. I ran as fast as I could back through the orphanage gate
and into the thick azalea hushes. I uncovered my homemade bow which I had
constructed out of bamboo and string. I grabbed four arrows that were also made
of bamboo and they had Coca Cola tops bent around the ends to make real sharp
tips. Then I ran back out of the gate with an arrow cocked in the bow mad I just
stood there quiet like, breathing real hard just daring either one of them to
kick or touch the boy again. "You’re a dumb freak just like him,
you big eared creep!" said one of the boys as he grabbed his friend and backed
off far enough so that the arrow would not hit them. "If you’re so brave kick
him again now," I said, shaking like a leaf. The bigger of the two bullies ran
up and kicked the deaf boy in the middle of his back as hard as he could and
then he ran out of arrow range again. The boy jerked about and
then made a sound that I will never forget for as long as I live. It was the
sound, like a whale makes when it has been harpooned and knows that it is about
to die. I fired all four of my arrows at the two bullies as they ran away
laughing about what they had done. I pulled the boy up off the
ground and helped him back to his house which was about two blocks down the
street from the school building. The boy made one of those hand signs at me as I
was about to leave. I asked his sister "If your brother is so smart then why is
he doing things tike that with his hands" She told me that he was saying that
he loved me with his hands. Almost every Sunday for the next
year or two I could see the boy through the chain-link fence as we ate
watermelon outside behind the dining room, during the summer time. He always
made that same funny hand sign at me and I would just wave back at him, not
knowing what else to do. On my very last day in the orphanage I
was being chased by the police. They told me that I was being sent off to the
Florida School for Boys Reform School at Marianna so I ran to get away from
them. They chased me around the dining room building several times and finally I
made a dash for the chain-link fence and tried to climb over in order to escape.
I saw the deaf boy sitting there on his porch just looking at me as they pulled
me down from the fence and handcuffed me. ’The boy, now about twelve jumped up
and ran across San Diego Road, placed his fingers through the chain-link fence
and just stood there looking at us. They dragged me by my legs, screaming and
yelling for more than several hundred yards through the dirt and pine-straw to
the waiting police car. All I could hear the entire time was the high pitched
sound, of that whale being harpooned again. The author was ______ when he tried to protect the deaf kid against the two bullies.
A.about ten years old B.not quite about ten C.in his late teens D.in his twenties