DW-09 "Steel Knuckles"

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D A T I N G   W Y O N A © January 2021 - Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission     CHAPTER 9 - "Steel Knuckles" [ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT CHAPTER TO READ ] * * * This chapter is Rated: TEEN Flash forward again. A few years. At this point bullying has gotten so bad in P.E. That I am teased on the daily. And it was the same 4-guys. Older than me and seems to just really have it out for me. I remember one time I was sitting on the bench from an especially strenuous bit of exercise in P.E. mopping my forehead with a dry towel when one of the bullies stood about 4-feet away and called out to me. "Hey, Poindexter !" I didn't look up. Someone from behind cuffed me on the shoulder to look anyways, so I did. The bully who spoke earlier added, "What do you think of THIS ?" At which point he dropped his pants to reveal a rather 'excited' member of his, fully at attention. The other guys laughed and gasped in amazement that someone would dare do anything like this ! As for I couldn't help but stare at it in fear and confusion. Finally he started stepping closer and closer. I was frozen in place and the P.E. teacher was back in his office so it was just the bullies and me. Then he stepped even closer until he was inches away from me and I could feel the heat emanating from it and smell body sweat. Someone from behind grabbed my head and tried to dip me into it, and they were successful. While I kept my mouth closed, they did try to see if I would react with it bouncing on my face and nose. So, yes, I did react. But not the way they were expecting. For all of a sudden I was not there. I had been teleported away to this comfortable gray room. Everything was gray here, fuzzy, like static. There was an old-style TV in front of me and I was watching a show. In the show the same thing was happening to the protagonist, someone trying to ram their wiener up in his mouth. But our hero had enough. He quickly reached to the side and took a combination padlock wearing it like a pair of brass knuckles and then bashed in the head of the bully getting a scream of fear and pain out of him. I - don't remember much more than that. I realized that this guy in the movie was surely in a lot of trouble. I continued to watch the B&W show for a bit, finally turning off the TV. And then I was back. I explained this all to the school principal, about watching a TV shows that did this. For you see even though I was only watching a TV show apparently in real life - I actually did that. I took the padlock and crushed his skull, or enough of it that he had to go to the hospital. As for me, strangely no criminal charges were brought against me. The word 'hazing' came back up and apparently I was justified in what I did considering the terrible treatment I had and had been receiving for years now. * * * So for the next few days in school absolutely no-one came near me or talked to me. Not even my best friend Brett who before we would talk about Apple ][ games. Then I was taken from class entirely and forced to go to this thing called S.R.C. which stood for "Student Rehabilitation Center." And apparently I was the only 'member' there in the group. I remember entering this building that was wall to wall with children's, tween, and teenager books. A teacher sat down with me and said because of the terrible thing I did I would be required to do homework in here every day. That a new teacher would see me for every class and assign me homework to do. And that under no circumstances am I to ever approach any of the other students in the school. That I would work here. Go to the bathroom here at the facilities provided. And even eat my lunch here. Only when I was ready to leave the school I would be picked up by my Dad and dropped off to the building by my Dad and that was ALL the privileges I was allowed during this time. Dad prepared for this as well making me a sack lunch instead of money for the cafeteria. At the time my sister was going to a different school entirely so she had neither knowledge of this nor of the oppressive bullies there. Yet no teachers showed up. Not one. I finally decided I would read some of the books in here as there was a huge collection including one of my long-time favorites, "Millions Of Cats" by Wanda Gag. I could hear the bell ring outside the school. Still no-one showed up. So ... this small building which had an office and bathroom built inside it became my own private sanctuary and library while I was here. And I read many many books that school year. Usually devouring 3-4 each day. As no-one came to see me I finally poked in the office there and found a little AM radio. So now I could play music and listen to news as I read these books. This went on for a full year when that earlier angry teacher came back and said, "Mr. Wicker. You've had a chance to think about what you've done wrong. Now hand me all your homework." I told her I didn't have any. "What !?" She was livid and furious ! I told her no-one showed up, but I did read books. Lots of books. And I pulled down a big one about the Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe. "Here, ask me anything about it." I offered. She narrowed her eyes down at me. "Who is Aslan ?" I replied, "Aslan is a great big lion in the story." I added, "I found in reading this entire story that Aslan was likened to being Jesus from the Bible." She clapped closed the book and looked at me, now without so much anger. "That's a good observation Mr. Wicker." She was quiet for a moment. "Alright, I think you learned your lesson. You'll be returning to classes but so help me if you ever do anything like this again you'll be sent to juvenile detention and let me assure you YOU WILL NOT LIKE IT THERE !" I nodded respectfully. She still had the book in her hands and looked at the cover which showed the group including the lion. "Good observation." she repeated. She set down the book then had me me follow her to the principal's office for a report on my status. I did indeed return to school and while the bullying stopped it was a full year later when it got back into full swing - but with a difference now, a very distinct purpose, not just teasing. And we'll discuss that next week ... see you then ! END OF CHAPTER 9 Return back HOME You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[Kari Rakitan]

That reminds me of ISS - In School Suspension. I had to do that a couple of times in Texas for some really stupid, minor stuff. It was actually rather nice to have some peace and quiet. My favorite part was looking under the desk to see what the other naughty kids had written there. My parents thought it was a horrible thing to do to a child and always put up a fuss every time it happened, though.

[dw817]

Hi Kari:

Spill ! What the heck could you have possibly done to get yourself in trouble ? Me, obvious, I just about killed a kid. I was a kid myself but still ...

And do you mean under where you stick the gum ? I never really looked to there for other students' literature. I suppose there might even be some naughty poems there. :)

As for me in SRC, no, Dad agreed to it. I think if I didn't - I wouldn't be allowed back in ANY school. And I didn't want that.

Thanks for your input !

[Kari Rakitan]

I brought a pocket knife to school because I liked the little scissors on it. Then, my classmates lied about me actually taking out the knife part of it and waving it around threatening people.

Yep! There was lots of gum too, but the writing was the best part.

Pretty much the same in my situation. My parents just had to go along with the ISS thing even though they didn't think I should be in there.

[dw817]

You'll have to make a new writing about what all you read under those desks, Kari. Some of that stuff is probably pretty funny and crazy - bit of both. Good reading.

As for students lying - yeah that happens a lot. I had one student pull a real knife on me years ago during recess - at a Private School of all places !

Once we got back in class and he was in the same class with me I told the teacher, she searched him and said there's no knife. She asked him verbally did he bring a knife to school and he lied and said no.

And apparently that's all it took.

He then walked past me dropping his pencil just long enough to drop his head and whisper in my ear,

"You think I'd be stupid enough to carry it to class ?"

Fortunately he found someone else to pick on after that.

Dang today you can't even bring a Hello Kitty Soap Bubble Gun to class without getting expelled.

https://www.wnep.com/article/news/local/northumberland-county/hello-kitty-bubble-gun-controversy/523-e351b01b-0651-465e-8053-a3727743451a

Pretty sure if I did that stunt I did today with the padlock even at the same age I would've wound up in Juvenile Detention or worse - a government-funded prison for kids and teens !

[Kari Rakitan]

I don't remember it at this point.

Anyway, I've got a lot of baby stuff to prepare, so I won't be around as much, but I always love hearing from you

[dw817]

The very best wishes on you and your upcoming, Kari ! I hope you have a Baby Shower that you'll remember for many years to come.

LIFE ! It's always amazing to be in it but to CREATE it ? That hands down to me is the miracle of the ages and nothing will surpass this ...

[Kari Rakitan]

Thanky! Well, my son is out but keeping my hands full. I'll try and catch up with you later.

[dw817]

One thing you might do, Kari, is start a story here in Writer's Cafe that details your every day experiences with your new baby.

From conception to birth to crib, those women out there who have not had a child yet would likely find your life events to this point in handling a newborn considerably informative.

[Kari Rakitan]

I might, though I already posted a rather lengthy Facebook post on the labor experience under my legal name. I can DM that to you if you like.

[dw817]

Sure, thanks !

[wordman]

brings back school days,we had a few but they knew who to bully,great chapter i may ad

[dw817]

If your photo is anything like the way you were younger, you look like very fit - and yeah, you could probably pummel them easily.

Me ? Not so ? I was very scrawny growing up. Just at 120 pounds in High School. I spent little time on exercise and major time on reading books and working on my computer, Apple ][ at the time.

As I mentioned in an earlier chapter, I fully believe I was a bully magnet.

Which brings up an interesting point. Are bullies really that weak they must prey on the - weak ?

Hmm ... I hadn't really thought to much about it.

Thanks for commenting !

[wordman]

last bully i encountered i pushed him off a large hill when we got off the bus,he never bothered me again..i don``t know what their mentality is

[dw817]

Wholly Smokes ... man WM dude that is ... wow. Pretty sure you knocked him down a few grades for mentality to be pushed off a hill with all the bumping and trundling his head went through. And yeah once word got around they said stay around from this guy - he fights back !

[wordman]

don`t know why i still remember that day so vividly my brother could have took it up but didn`t,he was older,brought a sandwich for lunch wrapped in a bread bag,he made fun of me.the last bully in my life

[dw817]

It's always hard to get away from bullies when they're directly in your family. My sister did mean things to me so I can perfectly relate, WM.

[wordman]

no,i meant my brother could have kicked his butt but didn`t so i had to do it,,lol

[dw817]

Oh ... Well years later when me and sis were friends, she said she wished she had gone to the same school I was at and truly woulda kicked the butts of all the bullies hassling me there.

I suppose I could've but I really was a bit of a pacifist growing up. Still am to a big part.

Though I'm not entirely sure why Dad sent her to a different school than me.

And we both grew up quite differently.

Me ? Good with books, data-entry, typing, conceptual thinking, head in the clouds, and computers.

Her ? Exceptionally strong street sense, feet on the ground, and didn't put up with anything from anyone.