Monday 8 September 2014

Kick

Her name is Jane.

She is eleven - a year or two older than me and, it seems, about two feet taller. The tallest girl in the school. Dark haired, a ponytail secured by pink plastic bobbles that make me think of bubblegum, or sometimes swept back off her forehead and kept in place with an Alice band. She always seemed nice. She taught my friends and me how to do handstands and we all like her.

It's nearing the end of dinner-time and Ruth and I have been playing with a skipping rope by the willow trees behind the classroom. Ruth has gone inside to the toilet and now Mrs Rumbelow, the dinner lady, has come out and rung the big brass bell, summoning everyone back. I'm pulling my cardigan on and gathering up the skipping rope while the other children head to the classrooms when Jane appears in front of me. She starts pushing me. I think she's just playing - joking - but when I look up at her face her eyes are black.  My trust evaporates.  She's smiling, but it isn't a kind smile, it's cruel.

Now my back is against the slim trunk of the willow tree; I feel small, weak. It's as if she has grown even taller. She grabs the skipping rope and starts tying it around the tree, and around me. I feel it cut into my thighs as she pulls it tight. Wraps it round one time, wraps it round again, and then again.  My eyes search the playground but nobody is there. Nobody to help me. My mind is flooding. All I can think, all I can feel, is hurt and confusion and fear. The rope hurts. And I am confused by Jane, Jane from Mrs Barker's class, Jane with the dark hair, tall nice Jane, doing this to me, for no reason. I've never felt endangered before.  I plead.  She taunts me, ridicules me.  I wonder if I am going to die. Jane is going to tie me to the tree and kill me.

She carries on pulling at the rope, contemplating knots, tight knots. My hands are trapped behind my back. I wriggle.

She is definitely going to kill me.

So I kick her. It's a huge gamble. I've never kicked anyone. Never hit, punched, thumped or struck anyone. I know it might make it worse; then again, how much worse?  So.... scared out of my wits, I kick her as hard as I can. Really, really, really hard. I strike the most powerful, violent blow to her bare bony shin that I possibly can. She flinches. Stops. Visibly shocked, she seems to shrink.  She drops the rope, turns around and runs... runs away, leaving me to wiggle out of the rope, free myself and race, panting, back to the classroom.

I'm trembling.  I feel amazing.

At school the next day she doesn't say a word. Neither do I.  Nobody ever knew.

8 comments:

  1. I don't know if this is based on real events or a work of fiction C, but either way, it's terrifyingly well written.

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    1. Thank you...
      It's all true! I don't know why Jane (real name) turned on me that day, out of nowhere, it was very weird - I was so scared and shocked - I've never hit anyone before or since, it was so unlike me, but that was the most triumphant, effective move I could have made in standing up to a bully and it took me totally by surprise. It never happened again!

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  2. I hope you left a permanent dent in that b****es leg.

    It never happened again because word went round..."you see that one over there? The one pettin' the cricket...stay clear of that one...Jane's still limping."

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    1. Yeah, one look at me and you know not to mess ;-)

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  3. The writing had me gripped. The thought that it is a true story disturbs my evening. Then I remember how pretty puzzlingly wicked young people can sometimes be. I expect there were times when some kids got the brunt of my own irrational violence. Mind you, never tied anyone to a tree - that WAS weird. Hopefully, Jane got over the psychosis and is now a pleasant member of society. Any ideas? You did the right thing with that triumphant kick - best thing for a bully.

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    1. Oh no, sorry to disturb your evening! I know kids will be kids but I remember this event so vividly because of its unexpectedness as much as my all-consuming fear. Totally unprovoked and without warning - and she really had seemed like a nice enough girl up to that point... Have to wonder now if she'd had some serious problems of her own. No idea what happened to her after primary school - although, perhaps unsurprisingly, I can still picture her face!

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  4. Brilliant C, I could almost feel the rope tighten....I think we have all been there at some stage in our lives...'.stop it Old Ma! stop it right now! loosen these silk cords right away or I will tell! '

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    1. Thanks Old Pa.
      I guess it all depends on who's doing the tying up and what with?!

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