There she sat on the curb crying and reading something in her hand. I looked at her and said hey she looks like the new kid in my class named Choloe. I walk over and sit down and ask what’s wrong. She stops crying dries her eyes and says nothing don’t worrie about it gets up and runs. I sit there wondering why she was crying and what she was reading. I look where she was sitting and it was a piece of paper. I pick it up and read it. It was a letter for her dad. After I am done reading it I feel bad for her and put the letter in my pocket and go eat dinner and get ready for bed.
The next day I class I saw her she sat one row ahead of me. When the bell rang I ran up to her and said “Hi”. She looked at me and said “what do you want “I said “Yesterday you forgot this piece of paper when you ran away” she looks at me and then the paper in my hand. She looked at me and asked if I read it. I said yes I did why. She yanked it out of my hand and says “never read my stuff again and stay away from me if you know what’s good for you”. I took a step back and said I’m sorry I just saw it there. She said I don’t care leave me alone. I said ok and walked away.
At break I saw her in the yard beating up a kid. I ran over to her and said Choloe what are you doing. She stopped beating up the kid and looked at me and said how do you now my name. I said the letter. And you are in my class. She yelled at me and punched me and said get the fuck away from me now.
Weeks went past and every time someone got in her way or talked to her about her dad she got violent. At first I thought she just didn’t like that’s person. But when I watched her beat them up I realized that she only did it when someone talked to her about her dad or got in her way. Then I remembered the letter and realized that she was using violence to hide her pain that her father had caused her and still is causing her.
Later that night I saw her at the movie theater being bullied. The bullies were talking about her dad and she was crying. I balled up my fists and walked over mad that kids are bullying her about her dad. When I got there I saw her crying hard and I got mad and stepped in front of her and said “ hey jerks why don’t you go pick on someone your own size” the one bully smiled and said “ someone like you “ The bully then punched me in the face and I fell back ward onto the ground. I looked up and the girls face showed that she was pissed and she stepped forward and said “hey don’t ever hit my friend again” I smiled then thought to myself “wait did she just say friend” the bully said “fine then I’ll hit you” the bully went to punch her but I jumped up and grabbed his fist before could and said bad idea. She stood beside me and said “yeah bad idea” we both stood there and the other boys stepped up and grabbed her but she sacked them both and ran to me. And we both beat the crap out of them all. She smiled at me and said “thanks for helping me. I said “no problem” I stepped back and said “did you call me your friend I thought you wanted me to leave you alone” she smiled and said “ yes I did and I did but you stood up for me and defended me” I smiled and said “ oh ok so what movie are you here to see” she smiled and said “ I am not here for the movies I am here for the arcade” she pulls out a big bag filled with arcade tokens and said “would you like to stay and play with me” I said “sure but I have no more money” she said “its ok I have tokens we can share my tokens” “ok” I said. And for the rest if the night we played in the arcade until the whole bag was empty.
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ps this story is based off of my life
