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Legend of PowerWobble, Part III
Legend of PowerWobble, Part I
Legend of PowerWobble, Part II
The bell rang.
We got out of our desk and headed out into the hallway.
Ms. Holloway had us line up single file, on the right side of the hall. Once we had lined up, we marched off to the lunchroom like a troup of idiots.
Doug Booger was in front of me, MarWitt behind me. MarWitt was being an ass. Kicking my shoe on every half step. Thumping my earlobe.
"Wha'cha gone do 'boud id? Wha'cha gone do 'boud id faggit?"
If he said that once, he said it twenty five times. Over and over.
Of course all of his little minions were chiming in now.
"Fag-git. Fag-git. Fag-git."
I'm still quiet.
"Fag-git. Fag-git. Fag-git."
Why in the hell didn't Ms. Holloway do something about the commotion is beyond me. Thinking back, she was probably larded out on downers almost to the point of unconsciousness just to keep her sanity.
We get to the lunchroom. As I'm standing in line, MarWitt figures I need another dose of his branded humiliation. He makes a point to get the rest of the "C" group to cut in front of me.
I'm left at the back of the line. I'm ok with that, at least I'll know where not to sit after I get my meal.
As I paid for my lunch, and walked away from the cashier I started scoping out where MarWitt was and made a point to sit as far away from him as I could.
I found a table. I was by myself. Peace, at least for thirty minutes or so.
Wrong. MarWitt and his gang come hunting for me. They find me and of course sit at my table, my temporary sanctum.
"Wha'cha guht thar' faggit?" he says as he starts playing with my food. Glaring at me.
I'm silent. I didn't care what he was doing to my food. I wasn't about to eat anyway.
His followers are snickering, pointing and talking to each other. One of them throws chunks of lunchmeat at me.
"Luhks perdy guhd. Faggit." he says as he's pushing a spoonful of glop at my face. I stop him, by grabbing his wrist firmly, and tell him once again, "I don't want to fight you."
His little crowd goes silent.
"Oh it's awn now, buddeh. I was gone to leh you awf eaz-eh, but you duhn gone and laid yer han' on meh now. It's awn faggit! It's awn! "
Then he and his group of worms get up and walk away. He's staring me down with some sort of macho/psycho evil eye twitch as he leaves. He's even glaring at me when he sits down at another table. Completely gamefaced.
The rest of the lunch period goes as you would expect it. I'm quietly sitting at MY table, alone. As the rest of the seventh grade "C" group looks, stares, points, whispers and blows straw wrappers my way.
"If it's going to happen, it's going happen in the bathroom." I tell myself.
The bell rings and Ms. Holloway starts to herd us back into that single file line again. I slowly make my way to the line. I'm the straggler, because I know what's about to happen.
" 'C' group. To the restroom." Ms. Holloway was so precise in her tone.
I'm slow to follow.
Sure enough. I walk into the boy's restroom and there is MarWitt and the gang in a tight semi-circle.
Staring. Bad asses all of them.
As soon as I entered I said one more time, "I don't want to fight you." and walked on in.
MarWitt started again with his psyche-out bullshit.
At one point during his rambling, he broke his glare away for a split-second. And that split-second was all I needed. I hit him as fast and as hard as I could. Once, that's all it took. He dropped like a bag of hamsters*.
He was on the floor. I was standing over him. Both of us stunned silent at what had just happened. As he started to cry, and bleed, I turned and walked out. None of his friends did or said anything.
I walked up to Ms. Holloway and told her my shoulder was hurting and asked her if I could go to the office to call my mom. After calling my mom and getting permission to leave I walked home. Silent.
MarWitt was at a severe disadvantage from the very moment he set me in his sights to be his "boy". What MarWitt didn't know is I had worked a similar bathroom scene over in my a head a thousand times before. I had played it and replayed it long, long, before he and I were to ever meet.
I had been bullied before, brutally.
If my shoulder hadn't have been broken I would've killed MarWitt. That's how it played out in my head anyway. I wouldn't have stopped.
MarWitt on the floor, my revenge.
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Final note: After that first day, the rest of the school year went really good. I got into the "B" group within couple of weeks. I made lots of friends, both black and white. I got in all sorts of trouble. Oh a real biggy: I caught the principle and one of the teachers in a compromising "position" midway through the school year. Blecht!
*Typo. It should've read "hammers". But I liked it better as "dropped like a bag of hamsters", much more appropriate.
10/28/2004 11:33:08 PM
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