Whore

June 28, 2019
The second time I got into trouble was when I got into a fight in junior high school. It wasn’t really a fight, so much as a one sided ass beaten by my part.

Mikel Baxter, a girl who I had known since grade school. A girl who I had classes with in grade school called me a whore and I lost my shit.

In junior high, I kept to myself. I hung out with some of the goth and stoner kids. For the most part I kept to myself. I hung out with Felicity but that was about it. I didn’t seek out attention. I was a good kid. I didn’t get into fights. I didn’t cause trouble. I got good grades, except PE, because I refused to dress out and the teacher hated me. I wasn’t a bad kid.

As I recall, it was just a regular day. We were in Mr. Rolfe’s math class. He was passing out papers. He had passed out papers to the front of the row and we were to take one and hand the rest back. I took mine and passed the stack back to Mikel. She took the stack and looked me dead in the face and said, “You’re a whore.”

I was stunned and instantly infuriated. I held on to the papers. I stared back at her and told her, “You’re fucking dead.” And I meant it. I wanted to fucking kill her. Who the fuck did she think she was. How did I offend her? So what if I wore a short skirt? So what if I wore dark make-up? Why the fuck did that make me a whore?

Sure I wasn’t a virgin, but nobody knew that. My only boyfriend had been during the summer. Nobody knew him. He went to a different school. I had told no one.

Mr. Rolfe went on about math something or other and I seethed anger for the next hour in class. Mikel must have realized that I was pissed because when the bell rang she darted for the door. She was fast, but I was fast on her tail.

Right outside the door, I grabbed the back of her sweater and yanked her toward me. I screamed at her, “Why am I a fucking whore?”

She stammered, “You’re just a whore.”

A crowd had started to gather around us.

I said, “Oh yeah? Well this whore is going to kick your ass!”

Let me say at this point, Mikel was all of maybe five feet tall, maybe. That’s being generous. She was also very petite. Junior. She may have been in 7th grade but easily could have been in 4th grade.

Me, on the other hand. I was five foot seven inches. Size 9 shoe women’s. I looked like I should be playing varsity basketball.

Back to the asskicking.

I still had ahold of her sweater from behind. I hurled her into the locker. She slammed face first with a thud into the locker. She dropped all her school supplies, mine had been thrown to the ground. She looked stunned.

I stalked toward her. I grabbed her again and threw her to the ground. She hit the ground and rolled over. I kicked her and she rolled over. Somehow her ass was in the air, so I kicked that too.

At that point, the crowd started gathering attention. I came out of my bloodlust and realized, holy shit, I was going to get in trouble. I picked up my binder and ran away. I ran not only down the hallway but off campus and across the street to Felicity’s house. Her mom let me in and let me stay there the rest of the day.

I told Maggie, her mom what happened and she said, “Good. Sounds like she deserved it. Good for you.”

I went home at the time I was supposed to go home. Except when I got home, my mom had gotten a call from the school. I had two infractions, the fight and ditching. I was being RPC’d. A Required Parent Conference.

I explained to my mom what had happened. She did not condone the violence and did not approve of my methods. I was grounded. She also did not like that I had been bullied by this girl and did like that I stood up for myself.

At the RPC meeting, the dean went on to say that I had really did a number on the other student. Mikel had been so scared that she refused to say who had beat her up and it was only through other student interviews that they figured out it was me. It was also hard for the faculty to believe it was me because I was so quiet, good and docile. They wanted to hear my side of the story.

I gave my side of the events and told them that I just snapped. I didn’t mean to hurt Mikel and that I did feel bad that I had done it. Honestly, I felt really bad. I had never hurt someone before in my life. I’m not a violent person.

At the RPC, the dean said being violent was unacceptable and I needed to channel my energy into doing something creative. She had seen my art and Mrs. Treat spoke highly of me. My English teacher mentioned that my writing was also coming along well and that I should consider writing for the paper. That was where she left it.

I had a day off school for kicking a girls ass who called me a whore. Mikel got her ass beat for being a loud mouth bitch and a bully. I got advice to be creative instead of being violent and I was allowed back in school.

I never got into any real trouble again. I never got violent with anyone at school again.

Note: The day after my RPC, I saw Mikel walking home alone. We walked the same route to school daily. I ran after her trying to apologize. I’d never seen anyone run so fast in all my life. I did truly feel remorseful. I learned that you can’t always apologize for things you do wrong and you don’t always get forgiven for the bad things you do.

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