The bell rang.
My eyes rolled as I watched
My classmates, one by one,
Slam their chairs into the desks
And scurry toward the door, until
I was the last one remaining.
Since I was last outside, the field was busy
The football game had already begun.
With a clear path to the field
I made my way, or so I thought.
Whats-his-name stepped in my path,
He was slightly taller than me, with
Dirty blonde hair, spiked with way
Too much gel.
I turned my head hoping he wouldn’t see me
But he did. A thirteen-year-old in
Elementary school was a headscratcher.
He thought he owned the place. “Fatty”
Seemed to be his favorite word.
Not sure he knew any others.
These encounters were getting old
the times of hiding my face in my hands were
His hand gripped my shoulder
And shoved me back,
I clenched my palms,
He pushed me again.
My teeth grinded together,
I stood up tall,
Cocked my arm, and
swung my fist,
Hitting him in the nose, he fell
To the ground, I kept swinging,
The momentum caused me to
On the ground I
Continued to hit him.
Pulling me off
Ms. Wills yelled,
yanking me by the arm
Into the principal’s office
Where I stayed
For the next two days.
But he never bothered me