Sitting With Martha

Chapter 2: Pile Of Poop

Martha had gotten used to my vibe-less energy by now.

Short answers
No emotion
No enthusiasm
Head buried in a comic book

It was all me.

Martha came to pick me from school today.

I was so embarrassed!

"Do you know Stan?"
"Stan Milano?"
"Where's Stan?"

I could hear her voice echo from where I was.

"Are you a friend of Stan's?"

"Stan?"
"That pile of poop has no friends."

That was definitely Jeff – the meanest boy in my grade.

"Excuse me little boy!"
"Stan is not a pile of poop!"

It sounded like Martha was going to pick a fight with a third grader.

I tried to get Martha's attention so as to stop a fight from breaking out.

I made a lot of noise from where I was and I successfully got her attention.

She found me hanging upside down from a trash can.

It was embarrassing.

I didn't want anyone to know this what I had to deal with everyday at school.

"Who did this to you?"

She sounded concerned.

**My mum never really showed so much concern for me, so Martha hit a different level.**

"I did!"
Jeff boldly walked in.

"You little...."

She reached for his neck.
I thought she was going to strangle him.

"Martha stop!"

I held her back.

I never thought I'd ever find myself saving Jeff but I knew I needed to.

"Stan, you need to let me deal with this boy!"

"Just stay out if it, okay!"

"I'm your babysitter, it's my job!"

There came a roar of laughter.

"STAN HAS A BABYSITTER!"
Everyone chanted.

"Let's go please."

The walk home was very quiet.

I could tell Martha felt sorry for me.

That was the last thing I wanted – sympathy.

We've all had at least one embarrassing moment at school.

What was your embarrassing moment?

How did you handle the situation?

AND

Have you ever been bullied?

What did you do about it?

Did you talk to anyone about it?