I avoided Martha for rest of the day.
I didn't want to talk about what had happened, although I knew she would want to talk about it.
I couldn't avoid her all my life.
In fact,by the next morning, she was already at my house.
She came over to prepare me for school – and take me to school.
Her face was the first I saw that morning.
"Good morning Stan."
She greeted with a smile.
She didn't wake me violently like mum always did.
"It's time to get ready."
She left me to get ready while she prepared breakfast.
**I must let you know Martha makes the best sandwiches.**
So far, she hadn't said a word about yesterday.
She acted like nothing happened but I knew the matter couldn't die down just like that.
On our way to school, the much avoided conversation was put to me.
"Stan?"
I didn't respond.
She didn't seem to mind.
She kept talking anyway.
"Stan, why do you let your mates bully you?"
"I do not let them," I muttered.
"If you keep giving them the chance to treat you like a pile of poop, they will."
I stayed quiet.
I couldn't come up with a suitable reply.
"You need to learn to stand up to them."
"Sooner or later, they'll hurt you really badly."
"I do not want you getting hurt."
She placed her hand on my shoulder.
It felt good – homely.
"Stan," she continued.
"I know you might be scared of what they could do if you fought back, but if you do not fight back, this will go on till eternity."
"Then what do I do?"
Even I had gotten tired of letting my mates beat my arse.
"Try as much as possible to avoid them - especially Jeff."
"But if they come at you, fight back."
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
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Sitting With Martha
FanfictionStan was an introversive little boy constantly bullied by everyone he met but his life took a total turn around when he met Martha. Sitting With Martha is a story told from the the point of view of eight year old Stan Milano.
