20o4-02-19
I could kill the world, I really could. or at least some people.You know what that demon boy, Kyle Shipburg (what kind of name is that?) called Kiko and evil, evil thing today.
So we're at the lunch table today, just minding our own business. We have fourth period right after lunch, so we have to take our backpacks to lunch. Kyle Shipburg comes by with his lunch tray and trips over MY backpack. His lunch tray slips and falls on the floor, landing on his "new" shoes. The whole lunch room goes silent, then starts laughing. He glances around him, anger eched into his face. He turns around, looking for the owner of the back pack, and sees Kiko first, who is sitting right beside me.
All of the sudden he goes, " Why the Hell was your backpack in my way, you dirty Jap?"
The room is silent again and you can see the anger in her eyes. Instead of yelling or getting upset in front of everyone, she says, very calmly, " Dirty Jap! HA! That's funny. Why don't you go and sit down now with your huge ego and your little friends will feed you testosterone with a spoon, you cretin. Good-bye."
Some of the students who understood what she meant by that started laughing, but a lot of them were silent.
Even though she got this great come back, she still looked really hurt. After she said this, she just sat back down and said, "What were you saying about Mr. O's class, Sarah?"
We were all staring at her, because she could have reacted differently. We know how people treat her. We expected her to be really hurt. Of course, she really was hurt, you could tell by her eyes, she wouldn't let them know it though.
Right before lunch ended, she said, "I've got to go ask Mrs. Tretruts about the quiz." and she picked up her bags and left.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I picked up my books and left as well. When I walked into the bathroom, I heard sobbing as though there would never be a tomorrow. It was coming from one of the stalls. I said, "Hey. Are you alright? Who is that?"
I heard scraping around then the door sliding open. There is Kiko eyes red. Of course, she's pretending like I didn't just catch her having emotions. She looks at me, but her chin starts to quiver. I say, "Kiko. It's fine. I'm your friend. I won't ridicule. Tell me."
All the sudden, she runs forward and hugs me against the wall, sliding me into the ground with her in my arms. If that wasn't such an awful situation, I would have recognised how nicely she smelled or something like that. thank God it was serious that way. She started crying again and I hear the bell ring. She began to wipe her eyes and get up but I told her not to. She seemed so sad and indescribable. She didn't look too keen on the idea of skipping, but I just nodded my head and she sunk down again, crying into my shoulder.
She started telling me all the awful things they used to call her in elementry school. Like, "Dirty Jap" and "smarty pants" just because she could multipy fractions before them. She told me about being laughed at and pointed at and asked a lot of questions. She said she hated it when people assumed she had something to do with pearl Harbor. She spoke all this through tears, so I only understood about half of it.<
The whole time she's telling me this, I'm holding her and patting her back. I feel awful about it, but there is nothing really I can do.
After a long time, she wipes her eyes and looks at me. She starts to smile and says, "I bet you think this is stupid, right? Me, crying my eyes out over being called a name?" I told her no, I'd been called names too, and I knew how much it hurt. She looked better, but then just put her face in the crook of my neck. it seemed like she didn't want to move forever. I didn't really want to either. I had my arms around her and she was holding me too.
She sniffled and looked at me again. "Thanks, Sarah. " She said, and hugged me again. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up, but when I got up, she didn't let go.
I told her to wash her face because she looked like she had been crying. She chuckled and splashed water onto her face.
As she got her things, I put my hand on her back. She seemed fine with it, though, because on the way out to class she took my hand again and squeezed it.
This experience didn't kill her, so I suppose it made her stronger. I'm glad I was there to comfort her.
It seemed so weird to have her there beside me. I wouldn't let her know that, of course. I was comforting her. She was therebeside me, hugging me, halfway on me, head resting on my shoulder with my head on hers. That would have been weird enough to walk in on, even if the two were just friends, but if you had known that one of them was doubting her sexuality...then you would be skeptical.
You might already be skeptical, I don't know, I'm just glad I got to spend an hour with her in my arms.