Here's a story for you Tumblr. When I was in eighth grade, my brothers were in second or third. Now, they're entering sixth and I have graduated. They are hyper, little ADHD spastics, due to being born prematurely, if you haven't figured it out they're twins (identical). Even so, they're the smartest 11 year olds I have met. Ryan is always on honor roll, Jason struggles (like I did) but he is really smart. They always ask me about life, giving me their ideas and they're fucking brilliant. Anyway, there was always this one girl who thought it would be funny to walk up to me and ask why my brothers are the way they are. I was just getting ready for band and I got my trumpet out to oil the valves. I told her that there's nothing wrong with them, that they were just born prematurely, which led to having ADHD and asthma. "So, your brothers are retarded?" She laughed, trying to get people to laugh at me for having "weirdos" as little brothers. Nobody thought she was being funny. That got me mad. But I simply told her to fuck off and I happily carried on with my day. Her opinion didn't matter, my brothers weren't mentally handicapped. They were unique like everyone else. She continued her little thing of trying to get me to feel like shit, but it wasn't working. After the 8th day, Ryan came home crying. I asked him and Jason what happened and the girls little sister was bullying them. I told them that she didn't matter, and if anybody listened to her that they were idiots. Another week went by and my brothers weren't their normal happy selves. They were sad, they barely ate too. By Monday I had enough. She walked up to me, began calling my little brothers horrible names, calling them "failed abortions" "God's mistakes" "retards". Once again I was getting ready for band class and I had my trumpet out again. I told her that if she didn't stop then she'll regret it. She pushed me down, called me a "Worthless emo" and that I need to "slit my wrists and die." A nice crowd had gathered to see the popular girl and the punk girl fight. "Nobody loves your brothers, not you or your whore mom." She said, smiling. People "oooh" -ed. I held my trumpet by the end and swung the bell of my trumpet into her face. It left a dent in my trumpet. I put it down on the floor and continued to punch the shit out of this girl. By the time I was pulled off of her, she had a broken nose and a split lip. Her face was already swelling and gross. My knuckles were scraped up from her teeth and her nose piercing somehow came out and was in one of my knuckle scrapes. I got only one day of suspension. I had to write an essay about non-violence and an apology letter to the girl's parents. The girls parents didn't press charges because they figured out the shit she's been saying, and the shit that their other daughter has been saying directly to my little brothers. So therefore, the police stayed out. My mom wasn't thrilled, but happy that I did what I believe was right. She was suspended for two weeks for her prolonged bullying (she also made fun of my scars from cutting and told me to kill myself on a regular basis, to me and my friends as well.) And that's the story of why I love my trumpet so much, and why I'd do anything to protect my little brothers.
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