Sorry for the wait everyone, here is the rest of the story about Michelle and I. Hope you enjoy.
The next day after telling Michelle that I didn’t believe her and that she was just mad that Anthony didn’t want to be with her, I had to go to class with her. I had dance with her and of course we had lockers right next to each other. I kept my head up and walked right to my locker determined not to talk to her. I’m about to change into my sweat pants and remembered that I loaned my pants to Michelle, “Crap”, I thought! I very nicely asked for my pants back and then out of no where she turns into this whole different person, a monster! Starts asking me how I could stay with him after what he did to her? I told her, “After what he did? He didn’t do anything Michelle, you made it all up so I wouldn’t be with him and then you stab me in the back and try and be with him!” Right after saying that all I could think about was “shit this is going to be bad, shouldn’t have said that.” A second later I was right, this is going to be bad, she charges at me like a bull and I’m a red cape. She starts slapping me over and over again! I become completely and utterly frozen, while my mind is trying to figure everything out. My BEST friend of all time is slapping me, everyone in the class is watching, staring, not doing anything. While I am frozen in place, just letting her slap me. I felt like I was watching it all happen but outside of my body telling myself, do something, slap her back, anything! I tried for anything, all that happened was I said stopped slapping me, REALLY? I can’t stop screaming, at myself at that point and at all those people just watching and even my thought to be best friend, in my mind. A couple more minutes passed and at that point everything started to fog over, I don’t know why she stopped, either someone pulled her off or she just got tired. I numbly walked to the bathroom opened a stall, closed it and slid to the ground. You know those dreams where you fall off a cliff and its just pitch black and you continuously feel like your falling, well that’s how I felt. I never felt more utterly alone and hurt in my life. How do you get past something like this?
Days went on though and it was hard at first, after that fight in the locker rooms, so many pieces of me were shattered. I eventually though found the strength and courage and picked myself back up. Looking back on that day, I feel so much stronger and not the little girl afraid to stand up for herself. Some may say that would be a horrible day to look back on, but for me I would say its the best day to look back on. I know now that I am better than that old version of me, letting people take advantage of me like Michelle did. Now I know not to be afraid, keep my head up, and fight like hell!
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