Descriptive Essay

When I was twelve years old, I got savagely beaten by a girl. It all started on a quiet afternoon in junior high, while I was sitting behind a heavyset girl named Michelle, in my Spanish class. I was enjoying the sweet and chewy texture of a "Bazooka Joe" stick of gum, when the teacher scolded me and instructed me to put the gum in a piece of paper and throw it in the garbage. At that moment I flashed my teacher a look of absolute contempt, and instead of following his instructions; I simply threw the piece of chewed gum out the window. Unfortunately the piece of gum never made it to the world outside, the winds of fate had changed its destination by making it bounce off the window sill and unto the unwelcoming world of Michelle's hair.

Even though Michelle was somewhat obese and freakishly tall, she always had an air of calmness about her that made her look harmless, but to my misfortune, I was sorely mistaken. When the wayward culprit of what was soon to be my downfall, landed in the hairy, tangled nest of my unsuspecting victim's head, the once calm and quiet girl who sat in front of me, turned around and flashed me a menacing look that froze every single fiber of my soul. The words that she uttered were few, but the fear that they instilled within me, still haunts my nightmares to this very day. Her words were these: "When we go outside, I'm going to f*ck you up".

When the bell rang announcing the end of my class, I tried to make a swift escape, but my attempt to do so failed horribly. As soon as I stepped out the door, a crowd of students had gathered outside, and before I could get a scope of the situation, there was a sudden flash of red, as I got slammed in the face by Michelle's big, red backpack. Before I could get my bearings and figure out what was going on, my disgruntled colleague grabbed hold of my ears and started banging my head repeatedly against the hard, cold, egg white colored, stone wall. At this point I tried to push her away, but in the scuffle that ensued, she managed to thrust her knee quite forcefully towards my groin area, which made my feeble body buckle over with indescribable pain. While I was doubled over in agony, she proceeded to grab the top of my head and continuously pounded my face with her large, unmerciful and unforgiving fist, until finally; I keeled over and fell on the hard and dusty floor. As I lay on the floor, wallowing in my own misery and self pity, all the kids that were gathered around me, were pointing and laughing at me.

For a brief moment I thought that the onslaught of torment which had been bearing down upon me was over, but as her Nike clad feet started kicking my insides, I realized that she still had a lot of anger aimed at my general direction. It wasn't until my Spanish teacher grabbed her by the shoulders and urged her to stop, that my unrelenting torture had finally come to a close. (Or so I thought).

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