Despite All Obstacles Part V

Ultimatum

WARNING: MENTION OF BULLYING AND TRAUMA

Momma and I are talking about what happened in the girls' room on Wednesday.

"I was scared, momma. I can only remember I went to the restroom alone. These girls were already there before me, putting on make-up and fixing their hairs. I walked passed them and went into a stall. They were five cheerleaders who had lunch together, while I had advisory. The cheer captain told one of them to lock the door, 'that I ain't goin' nowhere'. She said it like that's how ghetto people talk. I don't talk like that."

I see momma shaking her head about the situation. I continue.

"They started gossiping. About love for another person, how annoying these Anime boys are when they stare at girls' boobs, one of them being lactose intolerant because it was pizza day, and two brothers feuding. Then, one of the girls put her attention on me. They spotted me, momma. All five looked through the stall I was in, all at once. They all had evil smirks on their faces, like they were demons instead of innocent girls."

By how I'm telling her the story, it went from pleasant and innocent to scary and sinister. First, she smiles, then her smile suddenly drops to a scared face.

"I hid my face from them. They started demanding me to get outta there, calling me dirty names, banging, ramming, slapping and kicking the door, threatening me, like an angry mob."

Momma looks even more scared for me she covers her mouth, like she can't believe this story.

"I saw a cheerleader's hands standing on the floor below the door. Above the door, another cheerleader climbs in to unlock the door. I immediately got up and swiped her hand. She swiped me back. Another cheerleader climbed from the corner of the stall and pulls my hair."

Momma's listening to me, like she's watching SCREAM. She can't stand horror movies.

"I grabbed the other cheerleader's wrist to deeply pinch her with my nails, then she punches me on top of my head. I couldn't get her to stop punching me because I was also trying to swipe the cheerleader's hands with one of mine. The other cheerleader swings my head with my hair to bang my head against another stall, which caused me to grab the rest of her arm to pinch it deeper, which gave the cheerleader the power to unlock the stall. The other cheerleader pulled me out and the two cheerleaders jumped off the head cheerleaders' backs. The last cheerleader and the cheerleader who unlocked the stall were taking turns shoving me against the wall, while the other cheerleader still held my hair. Once I got to the wall, the two cheerleaders started taking turns slapping me on each cheek. And, what's worse, momma? The head cheerleader glared at me, her sidekick carelessly watched and the last cheerleader happily watched, bringing the trash can closer to me to pull my arm in and the two cheerleaders pushed me in."

Momma starts crying, still in horror. "This is just like the sleepover in daycare. Where everybody was asleep....." She stops herself, knowing I'm not done, yet. "Keep going, Barbie." Barbie is something I'm gonna ask her about.

"Once they put me in the trash can, they high-fived. The main cheerleaders pulled me out. One pulled my shirt and the other pulled my pants. When I got out the trash can, I saw those other three cheerleaders standing by the door, smirking at me. The head and her sidekick pulled me a little further from the trash and door. The sidekick was holding on my wrists tight. I was crying. Others tried to go inside, but couldn't, because it was locked. I was about to shout, but then the sidekick covered my mouth. She threatened me in my ear to stay quiet. So, I stayed quiet, expecting the worst. The head stands in front of me, glaring at me so deadly."