A Ten-Year-Old Girl

I’m a ten-year-old girl in fifth grade and school is over for the day. But I’m afraid to go home. Richard and Carl are waiting for me to beat me up on the way home. So, I stay at the entrance to the school and wait. Sometimes they get tired of waiting and leave.

“What are you waiting for?” a lady walking by says to me.

“I want to go home, but I’m afraid. Those two boys over there will beat me up.”

“Where do you live?” asks the lady.

“Down the block and around the corner” I tell her.

“I’ll walk home with you, so the boys will leave you alone.”

“Thank you,” I say and walk with the lady.

After we walk half a block the boys are gone. So, the lady says to me, “I think you’re safe now. You can walk the rest of the way yourself”

“Okay, thank you,” I say to the lady. Then I safely walk home.

The next day—

It’s time to go home from school. Richard and Carl usually wait for me to beat me up. But Richard was home sick from school. So, there was just Carl who was waiting to beat me up. I’m not afraid. I can beat up Carl.

I start walking home. Carl attacks me from behind. I beat the shit out of him. Then I go home.