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I'm gonna knock you out!
During lunch today with my boss and co-workers the subject of fighting came up in conversation. My boss asked each of us if we had ever been in a fistfight while growing up. All three girls answered that we had not.
Until I realized that I had, in fact, socked a boy in 7th grade once. It may not have been a full-on fight, but there were some blows exchanged. In my defense though, the little jerk called my mom and me a slut after I’d asked him to stop picking on my friend, okay so I really demanded that he stop picking on her but that’s beside the point. The point is that he called us sluts. I didn’t care that he called me a slut, but he drew the line when he dared to call my saintly, virtuous mother a slut. I was enraged! How dare he!?
Since we were in our last period at the time, I had to wait until after school to seek my revenge. After 40 minutes the anger had still not subsided so as soon as the bell rang and we’d propped our chairs on top of our desks I walked up to him without notice and… POW! I don’t even remember where I hit him. I wasn’t really aiming. All I know was that I wanted to hurt the little jerk.
Next thing I know though, there’s a fist flying right back at me landing right on the side of my face, then another whack to my ear. The nerve! How dare he hit me back! I had every right to hit him. No one calls anyone’s mom a slut…ever… even if she is one. I gave him the most evil glare I have ever given anyone in my life and called him a “stupid jerk” immediately leaving the classroom. All I remember hearing was our teacher, Mr. Sanchez asking, “Hey, what’s going on over there?” as I walked out the door.
I met my brother at our usual meeting spot so we could walk home together not speaking one word of the incident to him. But by the time we were halfway home I let the tears flow, not because it hurt, even though my ear was throbbing, but because I was so angry.
The next day a couple of the boys were making fun of me and telling everyone that Noe (that was his name) had made me cry. I insisted that he hadn’t made me cry because no one had actually seen me cry, except for my brother. After second period though, one boy finally realized that, “Hey! Noe hit a girl!” and then the teasing turned on him. Gah, boys!
So that's the only time I've ever been in a physical fight in my life. And I still stand by my story, he did NOT make me cry. I so kicked ass!
Comments
Ha! He is a LOSER! :) I know I did hit him first, but still, HE CALLED MY MOM A SLUT! grrrr...
And I totally agree, you must always respect the mom!
Who knows where he is now? Last I heard (years ago) the family weren't law-abiding citizens. But that's all I will say because I don't want to get whacked....y' know whadda mean? hee!
what a LOSER! First, he's picking on a girl. Then... he calls you a slut... no no... not just that! He calls your madrecita a slut. BIG NO NO!!! You MUST respect at least the mom, right?
BUT then it doesn't even end there. He HITS A GIRL.
I sure hope this boy realized the error of his ways otherwise I feel sorry for whoever he is married to now. IF he's even married. LOSER!