Bam! The fist collided with my shoulder, forcing me back into a locker. The force of the blow sent pain shooting through my body. Wham, another hit, a trickle of blood began to drip down my face. Just one more punch and bright red rivers erupted from my nose, gosh it hurt, it hurt like heck. I collapsed to the ground silently shrieking. Why did they hate me so much, why did they want to hurt me?
" Little girl won't fight back." Laughter
" No, I won't, violence never solves anything."
More horrible laughter, every day it was the same. I put my mothers words in my mind and blocked the kicks and the taunts out, it was just a regular day in my stupid cruel social life. Rough hands lifted me up and shoved me into a small space. This was new, a locker, the metal scraped my arms as the door slammed shut crushing my already blood crusted nose.
It was actually quite comfortable in the locker and the boys couldn't get to me. I wasn't scared that no one would find me. My mom would come looking for me eventually, I could always count on her to rescue me. My mother was the only person on this planet that actually loved me, and she made up for all the ones who didn't. My mother was the sole source of happiness in my life, my reason to get up and face the physical and mental harassment of the school day. She taught me not to be violent and to put up with what life throws in your face. She was why I didn't lose it every time I saw one of those boys. She was why I didn't go completely looney every time I watched some one say something mean.
So I sat there and waited, and waited, and waited I think I dozed off a bit during my locker enprisonment. I was starting to doubt my hero when a slight turn of the lock came to my consciousness a pop and a snap, then the door slipped open and light filtered into the dusty space.
A kind face with rosebud shaded lipstick and midnight rush mascara peeped around the green piece of metal. Her eyes met mine with concern then melted into relief that I was safe. Her perfectly manicured hands reached for my shaky blood crusted arms and lifted me gently out of the dark prison that had held me captive. Her expression faltered when she saw the swollen cheek purple and blue with bruise and the dark crimson blood still flowing from my wounds. But her face softened as quick as it had become worried, as she whispered,
" this is fixable their actions are not, look who got the better deal"
I gave a small snicker, that was why I loved my mother so much.
