Brandon Middle School, Virginia Beach, Virginia…
Kim lay almost prostrate on the sidewalk; her arms akimbo and her books lying in the gutter in a muddy, leaf-filled puddle. Water streamed down her face, but as much as her tears flowed, it was more from the steady rain falling on her. She lifted herself up on her left elbow, wincing. In a moment she was sitting on the sidewalk, leaning forward with the same elbow on her knees.
Two boys stood just off the sidewalk in the driveway by the entrance of the school. They laughed, looking for support from the other kids. No one laughed along with them, leaving the boys only a bit disappointed, since the girl’s tears were enough to satisfy their middle-school ‘blood lust.’
The taller of the two motioned toward Kim with a shake of his head and the other boy walked and leaned over the girl, extending his hand to offer a help up. She reached out and he slapped her arm hard enough to evoke a second wince. Ignoring her pain, he turned to his partner-in-crime and chortled; failing to see a delicate looking hand grab his.
“Owwwwww!” the boy screamed as Kim’s nails dug into his wrist. She pulled him down and punched him once in the face, leaving his nose bloody and pushed a bit sideways. The other boy took one step toward the girl but felt a firm hand grip his shoulder. Spinning around, he came face to face with a very stern looking woman.
“I think it might be prudent for you to stay put, don’t you, Mr. Brunetti?”
“Aw …we …we were only having fun,” he protested. The other boy jumped up and ran…or rather…walked slowly to her.
“Did you see what she did to me?”
“Yes I did, Joey….Yes I did.” She grinned and looked up, enjoying the rain .
“Whatya gonna do about it?”
“I suppose I can accompany you and your colleague here to the nurse’s office and then perhaps a stroll down the hallway to mine?”
“But….”
“Well then, let’s just go straight to my office and write up your in-school suspension right now, shall we?” The boy looked at her with pleading eyes before resigning himself to his fate. As the two were being led away, the woman turned back to watch a couple of girls and one boy help Kim to her feet. She brushed herself off and looked over and saw the woman shaking her head with a half-frown while giving her the thumbs up before she walked the girl’s brothers through the front door and away.
Well I won't back down, no I won't back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down
Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
I Won’t Back Down
Words and music by
Jeff Lynne and Tom Petty
As performed by
Dawn Landes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YICLgFnCntU
Comments
Petty?
Only when I have to be.
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
“Aw …we …we were only having fun,”
I remember all to well being the focus of such "fun" ...
sigh ...
That Was Bad Enough
...but her own brothers. That is just awful. I wonder about her parents. Someone needs to take her away and create a new family for her. That other group certainly isn't family.
Portia
Do they get away with it at home?
Are the brothers only creeps in school, or do they get away with it at home. They should be taught to be their sibling/sister/brother's keeper.
RAMI
In our school system
a CPS rep and two cops would be at the school within 30 minutes. The brothers wouldn't be allowed back in the home till after a full investigation and the sister would be removed from the home and housed elsewhere, and best of all the parents would be charged an exorbitant amount to house all the kids. It's not a perfect system but hitting the family in the wallet seems to get their attention.
Anyway, just 'cuz a kid's wearing a pink tutu doesn't mean you can mess with him. Grrrrr.
Toddy Bear
Thanks
You managed to hit the angst button really hard with this one.
I'm working hard getting to my foot. Haven't started brushing the leaves off yet. I think I need a trip to the nurses office to take care of the concrete and pavement burns to my hands (and other appendages).
sigh
Still there is a cathartic value reading every one of your stories. It's like pulling off a bandage from a cut or scrape that's healed. It's gonna hurt but you'll be better off for it. Thanks Twin.
Abbracci, Amore e Benedizioni carissima sorella.
Bettina
sigh
None can hurt worse than family.
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
There's a lot of hope in this
There's a lot of hope in this story. The clue is in the second paragraph.
Fun? Really?
This is how they treat family? No, no, in-school suspension is much to easy on them! Andrea dear, I'm sure this scene plays out every day some where in the world, only usually the girl's to afraid to strike back. Loving Hugs Talia