I took to Martha's advice - the first advice I ever took.
I avoided Jeff and his clique successfully for two good weeks.
Apart from hiding and being extra cautious, it was the most peaceful time of my life.
I made up my mind to continue my new hobby for the rest of my school days.
But it wasn't just possible.
They still came for me.
It was lunch time.
I sat alone at the dweeb corner of the cafeteria.
**The cafeteria actually had a corner specially meant for the dweebs.**
I sighted Jeff coming over with his little tadpoles hanging behind him.
**By tadpoles, I mean his supposed friends.**
I stood up immediately rushing out with my unfinished lunch, trying to get out of the cafeteria as soon as possible.
They caught up to me.
Jeff dragged the collar of my t-shirt.
I could swear I heard a rip.
Turns out my eardrums exaggerated that tinny sound.
But I had already reacted.
I pushed Jeff backwards making him stumble into one of his tadpoles.
He was visibly angry.
"How dare Stan push me like that?" I think he thought.
He came at me ready to throw a punch but I dodged it.
Unfortunately, my tasty unfinished lunch poured all over.
I could feel myself building up with rage.
It was the first time I really got upset.
Martha had taken her time to prepare lunch for me that morning.
Because of Jeff, everything was a waste.
I remembered an earth bending scene from Avatar.
I surprisingly acted out that scene.
It didn't turn out so well for Jeff – not so well for me either.
The sole of my timberland boot crashed into Jeff's face.
"Ahhh!"
Jeff yelped.
It was brutal.
It left him bleeding from his nose with bruises on his face.
He was visibly in a lot of pain.
The cafeteria became very rowdy.
The noise from the cafeteria drew the attention of Ms. Muller.
"What's happening?"
"Jeff and Stan were fighting!"
It was one of Jeff's tadpoles ratting us out like that.
"You and you, detention immediately!"
MY FIRST DETENTION!
"Well, there's a first time for everything."
Martha seemed not to bother so much about me getting a detention.
"I'm proud of you, Stan."
She patted me on my back.
No one has ever told me that.
–Especially not for fighting.
Never be afraid to stand up for yourself and sometimes KICK SOME ASS.
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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.
