15th Street.

What We Do #2

              From when a principal commented on my behavior, about how it was in my nature to be violent; my mother found out, and I was forced to leave. The weird thing about 15th being 1 block and no one living within a 10 block radius, but, beyond that 10 block limit, is a really nice neighborhood, mainly white people live there, called Ferro Street. It's about 6 blocks beyond the limit, and 10 blocks from where me, Jae, and Lanesha live. Jae had already been in the process of being transferred to the school, but just needed someone to teach him English, and me and Lanesha transferred together. After we became friends with Jae, we all started walking to school together, occasionally late, but still together.

When near the beginning of the school year, September, we conveyed a message to a teacher.

Since it was the last month before testing actually began, we were preparing for finals, and I had been about 13 years old.

After finals prep, for my math exam, one of my teachers, Mr.Kortig pulled me out of the classroom. He's really short and old, so I didn't hate him, but I didn't like him at all. He led me to a closet and pointed upward on a shelf.

"As you and other students know, I'm an old short man, I can't reach the grading sheets, would you mind climbing the step stool?" He asked me while putting his hand on my shoulder.

I moved my shoulder away and agreed to help him.

I grabbed the step stool and reached up, but at the height of 5 feet, there is only so much that you can do with a stepping stool.

Mr.Kortig stepped next to me and asked me if I would be better with the ladder

No, you dumb-ass, I thought A foot tall stepping stool is perfect for something nearly another 5 feet up.

He handed me the ladder and I stepped up a bit higher.

I had my hand on the papers, and then this happened.

"C'mon honey," he began, "The prep is almost over, I know you're not that short."

As he said that, I felt him reach under my skirt, grab my butt, and squeeze. I could feel his nails g

I spun around, grabbed the shelf, and kicked him in the chest and he fell backward onto the floor.

I jumped down from the latter and walked away, making sure I stepped on him, and as I walked, I felt him grab my leg.

"Let go!" I yelled trying to move away.

"Elly please-" He wheezed.

"Elly!?" I shouted back at him, seething with rage, "Where the fuck did you hear that name!?"

"Jae calls-"

"Don't you ever say his name again, don't you ever say my name again, I don't want to hear those words pass your fucking lips, do you hear me you fucking disgusting disgrace?" I hissed at him. I wanted to kick him with my other foot, but I didn't want to fall on the concrete floor and pass out in the basement of the school with this pedophile.

He pulled my foot so that I fell down and had my head hit the concrete. I was dazed and confused for a minute and missed when Kortig sat up and grabbed my shoulder while keeping one of his hands on my foot. He pulled me forward and kissed me. It felt disgusting. It tasted disgusting, specifically tasting of rotted garlic and old creamed corn. I tried to push him off, but the old pig wasn't letting go. I felt his tongue make an attempt to get into my mouth and I stopped him there. I pushed him off of me, and stood up, spitting on him (mostly to get that taste out of my mouth), and made an attempt to walk away, only to be foiled by him grasping my foot again.