Episode 3 My first school bully
Every school has one and everyone has a story to tell. About a bully, that nasty child or children who try and make others lives a misery.
Day 1 of 2nd year of school.
Even as a child, and before I ever heard the phrase ‘I don’t get cross, I get even’ I knew that one day is one day, and that person will not like me but will respect me.
Veronica was the one. Horrible girl with long black hair kinda looked like a little witch. She would go around the playground kicking children in their shins, causing bruises, and children crying from the agony. Always denied what she did.
Well, she kicked my shins, and I kicked back, I had sisters, I knew how to defend myself, but her shoes were tough not like mine.
Day 2
I was sitting eating my soggy tomato sandwich and she was there, appearing before me like someone possessed, knocking my sandwich out of my hand she kicked my shin.
I stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders and kicked back. She yelped, and I felt a hand pull my arm so hard it turned me around. I came face to face with her equally horrible sister Jenna. Jenna was a year ahead, saw her walking with Veronica but had never spoken to her.
She pulled and shoved me, grabbed my hands behind my back so Veronica could kick my shins (Why they did this, escapes me). She kicked both my shins and boy was it painful, terribly, painfully, painful. They both ran off laughing while I was struggling to walk. I avoided them at every turn and spent lunchtimes in the restroom.
One day is one day.
The day came.
We started high school and after avoiding them for so many years, we met up again.
But…. This time was going to be different.
My parsimonious father told me how hard he worked to get money (not) and I should have these really, strong shoes, that would last me the rest of my school life. They were ugly. The ugliest shoes I had ever seen. Matron shoes with steel toe caps. I was going to be the biggest dork in high school. Mother took me shopping for the school uniform. A skirt that was down near my ankles, covering my hairy legs (I never knew how to shave my legs back then). Yip a right dork. My older sister, a hippy-type person would never have worn these clothes and shoes to school,. She even pulled her skirt way about her knees. I was different all right, I never cared what anyone said or thought back then. We never walked to school together is the truth.
I digress.
Spotted from a distance (I stood out like a Sherman tank) the two horrible sisters came walking confidently towards me with a nasty look on their faces. I stared at them, surely, they had grown out of their childish behavior. Apparently not.
Jenna grabbed my arm to hold me so Veronica could kick my shins, she kicked once and I broke free and kicked her with my brand new shoes. Down she went. Jenna was so angry that I had kicked her sister she kicked me, and I kicked her back. Down she went, and with the 2 sisters crying their eyes out, I said a quiet thank you to my Dad.
I think somewhere out there, these shoes are still alive, steel toe caps and all.
I don’t get angry………
