Its part of growing up

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Everything was white. My head hurt like hell. And I was on the ground. in a flash I was punched again, knocked out of my dreary daze. then I was punched again and again. I felt my blood drip down my face, someone was on top of me. once they stopped for a few seconds I sat up and pushed the other person off of me. They were light. I instantly sat up and ajusted my blue and red beanie. my eyes were open but mostly everything was dark which was pretty odd considering school was just over. It was Monday October 11th 1983 3:04pm. Once I was punched again everything was back to normal. kids were shouting 'fight fight fight' over and over again. It was Eric. he was the one fighting me. punching and punching. Eric was a dumbass kid in my class. basically the class clown but worse. "You're too much of a pussy to fight back aren't you, Matt!" I heard Eric yell. I wasn't a pussy. "shut up assface!" I shouted and pushed him. I felt eyes on me and Eric. people were watching, I saw someone recording too.