M&M

Disclaimer: only half of this story is true, I’ll let you decide which half

 It was an ordinary summer day, waking up at 11 am, spending every hour outside in the sun, riding bikes, splashing in the pool and hide and seek with a boundary of 1/4 square miles, and returning only to consume a meal or for well-needed hydration.

Our favorite thing to do was play frisbee. After 2 hours of playing, we would get tired and lose accuracy, throwing at trees and road signs instead of people. I happened to throw it at the old neighbor's porch window. We panicked and ran to the parking lot, the only place out of his line of vision. We sent someone to peek and he saw the man looking outside for culprits who inflicted "damage" on his window. 

We all got a good look at him that day and gave him the name "muscle man" or M&M for short. This name was given because you could always see him working out but he never gained any muscle. The next few weeks went on without trouble until one of the people threw the frisbee on the balcony above M&M's porch. We knew that this meant we had to confront M&M to get it back.

Two people were sent as sacrifices to retrieve the frisbee, and then we heard a sound coming from the depths of the apartment, echoing through the block. The shadows of the two people were going away from it. I never thought the source could be as terrifying as it was, brows furrowed in anger and eyes open wide enough to reach into you and break your soul with a mere glance. Hands with fingers thicker than sausages, shaking with rage that could do unimaginable things to our young innocent lives. 

We ran faster than we ever have while playing frisbee, constantly looking back to see the shadowy figure approaching faster and faster. It said in a thick Mediterranean accent “I call police on you!” That somehow seemed to not bother me as we kept running and running over to the next block where we finally stopped to see that the figure, was gone. This was not the end, the way he had terrorized us was wrong, I wouldn’t do that even as a prank. From that moment on, M&M was at war with us.