I still had good grades and I didn’t get in trouble with the teachers.
But Ryder gave me his old board and I rode that to school instead of letting dad drive me.
And then as I was walking through the halls, I heard a girl whisper to another girl, “you know, Marilyn is like that because she doesn’t have a mother.”
And I slammed her against her locker and pulled her hair and I got sent to the principal’s office.
After dad had driven me home and scolded me, I cried.
The next day at school, all the boys told me I was awesome for doing that but one of them told me that I fought like a girl.
And for some reason, I found that offensive.
So I had dad teach me how to fight.
And I felt powerful that day.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved