Worth It

Mitchell Dolman

  The bell rang. My eyes rolled as I watched My classmates, one by one, Slam their chairs into the desks And scurry toward the door, until I was the last one remaining. Since I was last outside, the field was busy The football game had already begun. With a clear path to the field I made my way, or so I thought. Whats-his-name stepped in my path, He was slightly taller than me, with Dirty blonde hair, spiked with way Too much gel. I turned my head hoping he wouldn’t see me But he did. A thirteen-year-old in Elementary school was a headscratcher. He thought he owned the place. "Fatty" Seemed to be his favorite word. Not sure he knew any others. These encounters were getting old the times of hiding my face in my hands were over His hand gripped my shoulder And shoved me back, I clenched my palms, He pushed me again. My teeth grinded together, I stood up tall, Cocked my arm, and swung my fist, Hitting him in the nose, he fell To the ground, I kept swinging, The momentum caused me to Fall too. On the ground I Continued to hit him. He cried I laughed. Pulling me off Ms. Wills yelled, yanking me by the arm Into the principal’s office I went Where I stayed For the next two days. But he never bothered me Again. Worth it.