Thoughts on school
I did go to elementary school for a short time. It wasn't easy for me though. The other kids and some of the teachers thought of me as a monster due to my ears and eyes being so different. I was often called 'donkey ears.' Most of the time, I didn't mind. Mama told me if they picked on me they were just jealous, while Pop told me if someone was picking on me to show them that you're stronger than them by showing them that they can't get to me. However, after a couple of years, it gets tiring. I told my teachers and Pop even went to the principal about the bullying, but nothing ever changed.
Until the day something happened. I don't remember it all that well to be honest...but I know that after that day, kids never picked on me again. I believe I was in 3rd grade (?), when it happened.
It was gym class and we were outside about to run laps. It was a nice spring day and some of the flowers were starting to bloom. As normal a group of boys were picking on me and calling me names. I simply turned my back to them as I waited for the teacher to tell us to get on the track. Then I remember one of the kids shouting at me. "Hey, we ain't done with you, Donkey Ears!" I heard something cutting through the air. They apparently had thrown a rock at my head because I remember my head throbbing and warm blood seeping through my hair. Then I remember being surrounded by the group of three boys, and they began to beat me and kick me down to the ground.
Then I don't remember anything after that. It became really dark and it didn't feel any pain. I don't really know if I had passed out or if I simply went numb, but..the scene once I woke up, it still brings me nightmares. I remember the iron smell, the red ground and all three of the boys were unconscious and had scratches and gashes on the ground. Of course I gasp and ask if they were ok, but the teacher yelled at me before I could get near them.
"You really are a monster! Get away from them!"
I was very confused, then I looked at my hands and then I realized that I had blood all over me. I looked at everyone, hoping they would give me some kind of answer. Was it my blood? Was it their blood? What happened? But all I got was gasps and them backing away from me in fear.
Shortly after, the police and ambulances showed up at the school along with everyone's parents, including my own. Of course they were horrified by the sight of me covered in blood and three bloodied boys being loaded into the ambulances.
"Sweetie! What happened?! Are you ok?" Mama asked frantically looking me over.
I didn't know. And I was scared to tell her that, because..I was afraid she wouldn't believe me. I didn't want my own parents to push me away. Before I muster anything to say anything, the police came up to my parents and began to ask questions about me.
After that long day, the police took my DNA and I was expelled from school due to 'acting in extreme violence' even though later in the month I was proven innocent due to the DNA results not matching my own.
Mama and Pop sat down with me and asked me what had happened, but I couldn't tell them because I didn't remember anything. I wanted to say I didn't hurt them. I wanted to say it was in self defense. But..I couldn't because it wouldn't have been true. After that, Mama decided to home school me and Pop was teaching me to control my emotions, hoping that would help. But after that day, I knew something had changed within me. And I didn't know what.










