Turnereli

A 16 yr old boy screamed this at me after I pushed his desk (which he was sitting in) so hard that it almost hit the wall. 

I warned this boy THREE TIMES to leave me alone. To leave my possessions alone. To stop putting his feet on my books which were under my chair. To stop putting his knees against the back of my chair and pushing, which rocked me back and forth. 

I told this boy THREE TIMES to leave me alone and the last time I told him. “I’ve warned you three times now. Stop, or you are gonna regret it.”

To which he taunted. “Ooooh, Dunn, sooo scared.”

So he did it again.

And I lost it. The camels back didn’t have a chance, it snapped like a kit kat. 

I turned around, put my hands on his desk and as I screamed every bit of profanity at him at volumes that I’m sure were heard down the hall, and I shoved. Every ounce of anger and frustration went into that push. I pushed that desk (he was still in it.)  so hard that it parted the two empty desks behind him and he almost hit the wall.

Everyone around me was stunned, but then the boys sitting beside me JUMPED to their feet and started applauding, cause someone FINALLY DID IT! Someone FINALLY stood up to the bully.

As they start to clap the teacher jumps to her feet and points to the door. “HALLWAY NOW!”

And I’m just standing there, sobbing. “I just wanted him to leave me alone. I just wanted to be left alone.”

As I was walking around the desk (people are still applauding.) the bully snapped out of his daze and jumped to his feet. “DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT PSYCHO BITCH DID!?”

I turned on a dime. “YOU WANNA SEE PSYCHO BITCH! I’LL FUCKING SHOW YOU PSYCHO BITCH!” And I practically launched myself in his general direction. I say practically, because as my two besties scrambled to their feet to tackle me, my teacher grabbed the back of my shirt mid air and threw me into the hallway.

"YOU HALLWAY! AND YOU MISTER! OFFICE! NOW!"

"BUT I’M INNOCENT!" He tried to argue. 

The boys that sat in the next aisle over stood and said ‘Ms Fye, she asked him to stop. She asked him to stop three times. We heard it.’”

She wrote him a hall pass. “You go to the office. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. And if you aren’t there sitting in a chair waiting for me, then we’re calling truente.”

The boy walked out the room gesturing like “you know you want it.” But the teacher shoved him down the hall.

After he turned the corner she turned to me and asked. “What the HELL happened?”

And all  I could say (as I was crying) was “I just wanted to be left alone. I just wanted him to leave me and my stuff and my desk and my books alone. But he wouldn’t. He kept pushing my chair.He kept putting his feet on my books under the desk. He kept moving my gym bag. I just wanted to be left alone.”

She hugged me, promised me that she was going to move me, that I was never going to have to see him again. She sent me to the restroom and walked back into the classroom to inform the class that I was going to be sitting on the other side of the room. And the boys that sat next to me took it it upon themselves to save me the hassle of going back to the scene of the crime and forming a life chain, passing my things over from one kid to the next to the chair I was going to be sitting in.

I came back to the room and there was no jeering, no rude comments or gestures. Just a couple of boys pointing out that my stuff was in my new seat.

The teacher went to the office and the boy eventually got 3 day in-school suspension, and a serious tongue lashing from my teacher.

Looking back on it now, I realize how lucky I was I didn’t end up getting suspended or expelled. (Technically I never touched the boy… close… but I never touched him.) In fact, I don’t think my parents even got called. To this day they have no idea how close their daughter came to beating the shit out of a football player.

But the thing that stuck me the most was no one in the class ever treated me like I was crazy. In fact, it freak out this one boy so bad he left me pencils on my desk every day.

I like to think of myself as a non-violent person. But then I remember… that time I almost showed a boy what a psycho bitch really was.

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my friend from high school just posted this.