Fighting For What
Going into my senior year, I wasn’t really expecting anything different. I mean, the kids made a big deal about being seniors. I didn’t see any big difference, but that’s just me. In school, I never participated in any of the activities, like, school dances or proms, winter formals, football or basketball games. Anything that had to do with school, I avoided. Other than class and school work obviously. It just wasn’t my thing. I wasn’t into big crowds, couldn’t stand to be around a whole bunch of people because of my claustrophobia, I feel closed in like I’m suffocating and then the panic attacks set in. So, yeah, it wouldn’t be much of a good time for me. So this time around, I did ok. Turned in all my work and did what needed to be done. I was passing all my classes and trying to stay out of trouble. For some reason though, trouble always had a way of finding me. A few of the kids in our group didn’t like me much, not sure why, I never did anything to them. I knew they had a problem with me, but I didn’t care. I didn’t waste my time with things I didn’t feel weren’t important enough to give a crap about. Then one day, I showed up to school late with another friend and one of the few that didn’t like me seen the two of us together and assumed something was going on between us, which made that person mad because they had a thing for my friend. So during school as we’d change classes, I’d see the one that has a problem with me and noticed that they were dogging me, like trying to look at me all hard and stuff (dirty looks). At lunch me and a different friend went to the back of the school and they had brought two forty ounce bottles of Old E and we downed those suckers. After lunch we went to class and towards the end of class we seen each other again (me and the one that didn’t like me) and we just went at it. We were fighting, I heard the bell ring and then a big crowd gathered around us. I could hear yelling and oohs and aahs. Then we were broken apart, escorted to the office and I was just smiling because I was feeling good, you know my buzz had kicked in so I was all good. Principal was going on and on but I didn’t hear a word. Got suspended for three days, which was fine with me, I needed a break anyway. I still went to work though, they couldn’t keep me from that. When I went back to school, our fight was the talk of the century. I was hearing all kinds of different stories as to what happened or what led up to it and people coming up to me like I was some kind of hero. It was madness. I didn’t like all this attention I was getting, I thought the whole fight was pretty stupid to begin with but it is what it is. We never talked after that, so I never really knew why this person didn’t like me.