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Catwoman
It was the start of a bad year already at Curtiss Middle School. That was the school I went to. In 6th grade, I only had a few friends. It was only the beginning of the year. This is a great way to start off my year right? Wrong. All I was doing was walking with one of my friends, on my way to our 6th period class, Which was PE and it was outside of course. We both had PE, we were walking to a big field. Then this is where 6th grade P.E. changed my life forever.
This random girl comes up to me and my friend, a girl who I hardly knew. She says,“Hey what’s up you guys? What are you guys talking about?” She wasn’t a bully or anything, but she was just picking on me and my friend. She was picking on us, because I guess she knew that, we liked each other at that time, so she probably thought that was the perfect time to show up. Which it wasn’t.
The girl wraps her arms around our heads . I was confused as can be. The next thing you know me and my friend were trapped with nowhere to go. She was laughing as if this situation was funny to us, and to her, but it wasn’t for us. We were scared and we don’t even know who that girl was.
This girl was so much taller than us. We were all 13 years old at that time. I didn’t even feel safe at this school to begin with, so that day was just going great. My friend looked at me and as trying to tell me but with no words, still I knew what he was trying to say. He motioned his head to the left, the right any which way, to get out of this situation. I had to think of something smart and fast.
This is the only thing that I knew how and what to do at this time. I stuck my nails into her arm. Then after a while she finally let us go. We didn’t know who the girl was until she let us go because I looked behind me to see who it is and that was even scarier.
I did not know what to do. My friend told me to run as soon as we got the chance. We ran as fast as we could, even though I was not a runner but I just thought that she was about to beat me up so I ran. I looked at my friend. I told him “Did you know what just happened?”
That made me proud that I actually did something to stick up for myself. I changed into my P.E. clothes because that’s the class that I had next. Then I saw her walking out with a face that I did not want to look at anymore. t terrifies me till this day and I can’t get over it. Next thing that happened changed my life forever.
My teacher got a phone call saying I’m going home. What I really found out was that I was moving schools! Are you kidding me. I’m kind of glad that I am not seeing that girl ever again and it was only three months into school. The best part about that day was that I never want to know who that girl is. She didn’t scare me at all. That day changed my life and I wouldn’t have been the person that I am today. I have a life lesson about that day that I still stick with. I am never cutting my nails, because you don’t know who could ruin your day and your life. She taught me to always be ready to stand up for myself even if it’s one of my friends or a random stranger. Even though I don’t know her at all I took self defence into a working thing and made it my life. I always stick to that life lesson.

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