Everyone was watching. It was the most entertaining thing they had witnessed that day.
They were embarrassed for me. And grateful it wasn't them who had been targeted.
The tension was palpable. Whispers of unrecognizable words and voices surrounded me. The pulse in my head was drowning everything else out.
The smell of fear in the air. My fear smelled like chocolate donuts, gummy bears and cortisol.
I wouldn't be able to tolerate the the whole year like this. The belittling, the mocking, the threats. It was constant.
I knew if i hit her my mom would be disappointed in me. I knew if I hit her my dad would be proud. He'd give me a high five. Never in mom's presence.
I knew if I hit her hard enough people would notice. I'd probably get suspended. But that's a small price to pay for respect I finally decided.
Turns out I didn't have to hit her. Not even a tap.
Turns out she was a delicate flower pretending to be a cactus. The wind of my words made her crumble.