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When we had moved to Crenshaw I had just started sixth grade.
The school that I was to attend was about a half mile from our home. I would walk to and from school because it was close enough to not have to take a bus and my mom did not drive. This was the year I had to learn about different periods for classes. Not having the same classroom for every subject. My first period class was called “homeroom,” for this is where we began and ended our day.
For some reason (even to this day) I seemed to have attracted people who like to pick on me.
One day I was sitting in class looking in my book and trying to do my work when the guy that sat two seats behind me starting kicking the empty desk behind me into my chair. I sat there and ignored it the first couple times. He continued, so, I turned around and asked him to stop. He just gave me a big grin. When I turned back around he had kicked and pushed that desk so hard that it went up over the back of the seat of my chair into my back hitting my spine below my shoulder blades. The pain was so great. Well, I was so mad that I got up and started yelling at him, then, out of no where I had this strength that came upon me and I picked him up out of his seat and threw him across two rows of desks.
My teacher was in shock, as well as I. I stood there dumbfounded. I did not mean to hurt the guy. The teacher scolded me and I told her the situation and I sat back down and continued doing my work. The guy I threw across the desk had to go to the principals office but I didn’t. I guess it was because I was new and she knew these kids for a long time. The next day I came to school and that particular kid had moved over two rows.
There was this girl named Mary in my home room. She was not very pretty, she had greasy stringy blonde hair and wore thick glasses. She was always wearing this white faux fur coat even when it was warm outside. She was friends with this cholo girl who was the bully of all the girls in the school. This cholo had all the girls in the school so afraid of her that no one wanted to stand up to her.
Well, I guess come to find out Mary liked this guy that I threw across the rows of desks; which I had no idea she did, I was new there. I also had no idea this cholo girl was someone I was to be afraid of.
When the bell rang for us to go home the next day, cholo and Mary approached me outside of the classroom and started stepping in front of me and not letting me pass so I could walk home. Mary pushed me. Then again, I don’t know where my strength came from, because I was not very big, I pushed Mary hard enough that she lost balance and fell backwards. The bad part of all that was that she fell backwards off of almost a two foot landing onto her head. Her cholo friend stopped trying to control me and went to help Mary. Then I just walked home.
Next day, Mary did not come to school. Everyone was saying I hurt her really bad. I did not mean to. I am not mean. I just hated that all my life everyone always picked on me for no reason. All day long cholo girl kept taunting me, along with all the other sixth graders, boys and girls, that she was going to beat me up after school for hurting Mary.
End of school day came and I started walking home. I saw over my shoulder a crowd of girls coming towards me with cholo girl in the front. I just continued walking as normal as I could. I was so scared but I knew I did not want them to see it. Well, they caught up to me on the front lawn of someones home. The girls encircled me and cholo came at me. To this day I really don’t know what all took place. It was almost like I went into this trance or out-of-body thing. Next thing I remember is the lady who lived at the house told us to all go home or she will call the police. I grabbed my books and the circle of girls parted and I started for home.
When I reached the front lawn I just broke down and cried and cried. I went into the house and told my mom everything that happened. She said I just had to deal with it. She never reached out to hug me or console me and say everything will be ok. When I said I wanted to stay home tomorrow, my mom said, “No you can’t stay home, only if you are sick can you stay home, besides I don’t want you here.”
I was so nervous about going to school the next day and having to sit in the same class as that cholo girl that I thought I was going to throw up on the way there. When I sat down in class I was shaking so bad. People started whispering around me. I was just waiting for that cholo to come in and hit me while I was sitting there, but, she never came. She was not there that day or the next or the next. For almost a week and a half she did not come to class.
One of her friends came up to me and I asked her why everyone was talking about me. “You don’t know?” she said. “Know what?”, I asked.
“You beat the crap out of cholo girl! You gave her a huge black eye and beat her pretty bad.” Well, I told that girl that I didn’t believe it. I didn’t think I did anything to her. But then again I didn’t even remember what took place after she came at me.
And then that summertime, after school was out, I saw that cholo girl who followed me home and tried to beat me up. As we were entering the grocery store one day, there she was sitting all by herself. I don’t know if it was because she didn’t have all those other girls backing her up or because I gave her the biggest shiner that everyone in school had talked about that year, but, she looked at me with great fear in her eyes. I looked back and said “hi,” because I hate confrontation. When we came out of the store she was gone and I never saw her again.
Why did all of this take place?
It all happened because Mary had a crush on the guy, that I threw across the desks, who was only kicking the desk into me, because, he had a crush on me.
Life is crazy isn’t it?
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