The Story of My Life :P

Zombie Attack

When I was in kindergarten, I did something very mean to a boy. His name was Jacob, and he had a round face with dark, short hair and big, dark eyes. Now that I'm older, I'm sorry for what I did, but it's something that you can't help laughing about. 

Recess had just ended, and most of us sweaty children had lined up at the water fountain for a drink.

The fountain had two faucets, so it doubled as a sink. 

I had waited for almost two and a half minutes to get to the front of the line. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my mouth was dry. I was incredibly thirsty. Finally my turn had come, and I was relieved to be drinking the cool, refreshing water.

A voice broke into my euphoria. "Excuse me, Natalie. Could I use the sink for a minute? I just need to wash my hands."

I turned around and saw his hands completely coated in what seemed to be a mixture of cement, sand and paint. He stayed at a polite distance, but his face showed that he really wanted to get to the sink.

"No, Jacob. You have to wait in line like the rest of us." I said and stuck my nose up in the air before turning back to the fountain. There were at least five people behind me in line, waiting impatiently for their drink.

"But the line is huge!"

I straightened up again and gave him a snooty look. "So?"

He moved away. I heard him conversing with our teacher.

"She won't let me."

"Ask her again. Tell her I said to let you."

 A pair of shoes came into my line of vision. Jacob stood there, looking slightly perturbed. He put on a dignified face.

"Mrs. Hood said you have to let me in."

I rolled my eyes. "Give me just a minute and I'll be done."

I did mean that. I would've let him in about thirty seconds. I usually took a full minute at the water fountain. My time there was sacred to me. It was a time of total tranquility. 

I sensed Jacob coming closer without actually seeing him. The next thing I knew Jacob's filthy hands were creeping into the sink, and turning on the faucet. I might have been okay with that, but some water splashed on my braids. 

Fast as a rattlesnake, I whipped around. I was fuming mad. How dare he?  

"JACOB, YOU GOT MY HAIR WET!" I yelled and lunged at him. The next thing anyone knew was that I had sunk my teeth into Jacob's forehead. 

I don't really remember much else of what happened after that. I know for a fact that Jacob doesn't. Years later, in Jr. High, I asked him if he remembered the incident. He just stared at me with a vacant expression and said, "what?" His mind must have blocked the traumatic event. What I do recall from so many years back was waiting in the principal's office. My ticket back to class was apologizing to Jacob for the zombie attack on his head. It was almost the end of the day anyway, so why bother? I didn't want to. He deserved it. I waited in a chair in the office for over a half an hour so that I didn't have to go back. Our Principal, a very good man, made me go back before the bell rang to apologize to the boy. My apology was not at all sincere, and I made sure it sounded that way. Somehow, it sufficed. My punishment was a week of sitting against a wall at recess, watching the other kids play and have fun.

Jacob got held back a year. I always used to claim that it was because when I bit him, I sucked all of the knowledge out of his brain and took it for myself. 

I got a lot nicer later on. I promise :)