Not sure why, but I feel the need to share the story of my first fight. Actually, I don’t think it was my very first fight, but it was the first I ever had at school. Not that I’ve had others after, but all it takes is one for people to know they should leave you alone.
Anyway, now that that's done (you ever look at words in a sentence like "that that" and wonder if it's correct?), onto the story of the little girl who refused to be messed with.
It happened sometime in elementary school. I honestly can’t remember what grade I was in because it happened during music class, and music was in a classroom all its own. They would shuffle us, one grade at a time, to the music room during our designated hour and shuffle us back when the hour was over and then the next grade could head in for their lesson. I’m going to say it was 5th grade because that’s when kids start to turn into little monsters, but it could also very easily have been 6th. Not really that important.
Anyway, we were all lined up on the risers supposed to be singing some silly song, but the boys in the back row were being little jerks. They kept reaching through the middle row with their legs and pushing the girls off the bottom row with their disgusting shoes. First one girl, then another, and then another. I got madder with every push and the music teacher didn’t seem to notice or even care that it was happening. Every girl that got pushed would try to gain her attention, but she just ignored them. I think we were working on a play at the time and she was more focused on her tone deaf soloist than anyone else in the class.
My turn had come. I had been pushed off the bottom by some jerk’s nasty shoe covered foot and fell to my knees. When I looked back at those three boys looking at each other and laughing, I snapped. I’m pretty sure I launched myself from the floor, passed two levels, and onto the boy in the middle of the three on the top row. He fell back and ended up pinned to the wall as I wailed my fists on his face. The boys looked on in horror, the girls cheered me on, and finally the teacher intervened. The girls tried to explain to her what happened, but she wasn’t having any of it and I was sent to the principal.
I was terrified sitting in the principal’s office. I’d never been in trouble before and they were going to call BOTH of my parents, not just my mom. My dad was a military man who liked to run a military household, so I was terrified of what he was going to say or do to me. I sat shivering in a corner seat of the waiting area for them, hoping that Ma would be first so she could protect me from him, but I had no such luck. Dad was first.
He peeked around the corner and then walked straight over to me. To my surprise, he wasn’t angry, farthest thing from it, actually. He sat next to me and just started laughing. He asked if I was okay and I nodded. He started to tell me how proud he was of me because nobody messes with his daughter when Ma stormed in and made a path directly for the principal’s door. She was barely announced before she was in there with the door closed. I looked at Dad but he said she could handle it on her own. Ma scared us all on the extremely rare occasion she was angry, and this day she was livid.
I heard muffled conversation for a few minutes followed by Ma shouting “And what did HE do to HER? My baby doesn’t start fights.” The secretary in the waiting area stopped typing and just looked at me. I shrugged. Dad thought it was hilarious and wrapped his arm around me. He looked me in the eyes and said “No boy ever has the right to put his hands on you. Don’t you ever let anyone push you around.”
Next thing I know, the principal’s door flung open and the secretary practically jumped out of her seat to move as far away from my mom as possible. Ma marched out of the office and shouted “let’s go!” to us. I honestly didn’t want to get in the car with her, but it’s not like I could say that. Not when she’s that angry. When your parents are that angry, you can’t question anything, you might die if you do, just figure it out.
We made our way to the parking lot. Ma told me to get in her car as we passed it. I looked at Dad but he just laughed and said he’d meet us at home. I sat in the car with Ma as close to the door as I could get while she fussed, but it wasn’t about never fighting, it was about winning.
“You bet not ever start a fight, but if someone is trying to fight you, you better win. You hear me?”
“They’re going to suspend you whether you fight or not, so you win.”
“I want some ice cream. Do you want some ice cream?”
And that was the day I learned that my parents will stand by me no matter what and that it was okay to fight for myself, even though, at the time, I was angrier for the other girls than myself. I also created a reputation for myself. Don’t mess with me, I might snap and kick your ass. I’m nice most of the time, though. Not sure why I felt the need to share this. Maybe I’ll share another life story from my past next time.
Anyway, this might be hilariously ironic after that but...
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YA Fantasy author and amateur photographer living in New Mexico. A reflection of herself, her characters are timid at first but tend to stand up and push through when times get tough.