Come out of nowhere, I remember what was happen when I was in elementary school. That day I was playing, then a group of people came bring a body of dead man. As a child with curiosity I walked and followed them. Short story, I peeped when the body was cleaned. It was not clear btw, my heart was pumping so fast. Suddenly, i felt something hit me on my back. I found one stone, threw at me. I was looking around sought the source. Nothing. I continued my observation. Then i was hit again. Second stone on my head. Shit, I was afraid. But my I didn't care. I still continued. Third stone, harder than before on my head! So I stopped, searching, and heard something. There was a giggle, from boys I was sure. I saw feet. Now I turned out to be pissed off. Some boys played me. Damn you idiot, i thought that day. Next act I did was threw back at one of them who I believed he was the one hit me. I took a stone and the stone hit him on his head. Bulls eye!!!! I smiled. Take that you lil bastard! It doesn't feel nice right?!
But suddenly, it was blood on his head. Fell down and he cried. I was shocked and went home. I said nothing to my mother. A few hours later, his parent came to my house, blaming me. for everything and so mad. I locked myself in my room. I thought my mom will kill me.
Then I entered the room and asked me and she wanted me to tell everything.
I said, he threw the stone first, i was angry and I fought back!
My mom was silent.
Then she said, well done. You have to be strong, dont let anyone bully you, harm you, or anything they make you wanna feel bad about yourself. Fight back! But dont start war first, fight when you have to.
No drama, no angry, no cry.
Since then I know, my parent will support me no matter what as long as I am right. So, life is easier since then.
