I was playing by myself, which was very unusual. Maybe all my friends were sick. Maybe my compadre had run to the restroom. Who knows? My memory's not that good.
Anyway, one girl (the girl everyone in my class of 8 hated) sidled up to me.
When the ball wandered away after I shot it, "Sarah" (only my friend Christine accurately remembers every person we went to elementary school with) retrieved it. Then she started taunting me with it. So I asked for it back...nicely.
But she continued to taunt. So I asked more assertively.
She still refused and continued her little taunting game. It got a little more serious.
Ok, so maybe I didn't say that. Maybe I should have. Maybe I should have warned her.
Instead I punched her in the nose, causing it to bleed, and ran away.
I'm a yellow-bellied, lily-livered coward. I was so scared of getting in any real trouble. Plus, not only would I get in trouble at school, but, because my mom was a teacher there, I'd get in more trouble at home! So I hid from the teacher.
I'm a yellow-bellied, lily-livered coward. I was so scared of getting in any real trouble. Plus, not only would I get in trouble at school, but, because my mom was a teacher there, I'd get in more trouble at home! So I hid from the teacher.
I never got in trouble. My mom never even knew until I told her years later.
A year or two later I was on that same playground jumping rope.
A year or two later I was on that same playground jumping rope.
I wasn't alone this time but a friend and I were using individual jump ropes instead of using one as a group.
Psycho Jenifer-with-one-N approached us and told me to give her my jump rope.
There was no way I was giving into that rude demand.
The evil girl tried more than once!
Then she did something really dumb.
She put the jump rope around her neck. The ends of which I was holding.
I can't be responsible for her lack of common sense.
And now for something unrelated. This was a random doodle I got distracted by while drawing Jenifer-with-one-N.
