The Fight
It was a bright and sunny day, a great way to start a new school year. I was really looking forward to be in grade 9. As always, I was on my everyday school outfit, plain blue hoodie, jeans and a pair of sneakers. I always braid my long brown hair.
I was waiting for the bus to arrive and it was late. When I arrived in our classroom our teacher was already checking our attendance.
“Fanny,” our teacher said.
“I’m here,” I responded as I was walking towards my seat.
“Paula,” she said.
“Here,” Paula responded.
I was taken aback, Paula was my classmate from last year in the middle school. I didn’t really like her. We didn’t get along so much. I felt like she was always jealous of me ever since I met her, maybe because I was doing well in class and she thought I was better than her. She is also older than me by a year, so she thinks she can boss around me.
The bell rang. It was lunch time. I went to the cafeteria to by food. When I got there, I saw Paula. As our eyes met there was a weird feeling in my guts. Her gesture was telling me to come to her but I ignored her. I was about to leave the cafeteria when she got on my way, and she splashed her juice on my face.
“Oops, did not see you there.” She said.
I was so pissed. I dragged her outside of the school and headed near the school track.
“What the heck, why did you do that you? I’m not doing anything to you.” I demanded.
I slapped her in the face.
“What did you do?!” She said.
She slapped me back. We started to pull each other’s hair and slapped each other.
I was busy pulling her hair, I didn’t notice Andrew was coming towards us. He pulled Paula away from me. We stopped.
This was not the first day of school I was expecting.
“Why are you girls always fighting?! This has to stop. You girls should talk,” he asked.
“She was the first one! She splashed juice all over my face!” I shouted.
“Why are you girls always fighting?” he asked.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked her.
“Well, I don’t really know,” she said
“Were you jealous of me?” I asked.
“We-we-ell…,” she said stammering.
“Maybe,” she said in a soft voice.
“It’s because you’re popular and smart” she said.
“I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you,” she apologized.
I was surprised by her sudden apology. She seemed sincere for what she have said so I accepted her apology.
“Yeah, it’s okay. I’m sorry too,” I smiled.
We talked to each other about the problem. We agreed to set aside our differences and start all over again.
