It was a very exciting, and sunny day. Probably was one of the best days of my life, until things went sour and ……. “Bap Bap Ba Dap !! OOOOOOOH !! Get her!” the kids on bus shouted…………

Never let your enemies get the control over you they so desire. Nine times out of the ten when they get the best of you it’s never worth it. I let a girl get the best of me when I was a freshman in high school. Things didn’t turn out well, and that’s never good.

(Bus pulls off school grounds to drop everybody off at home)

“Delicia why I do I keep hearing that Deyauni talking about me and still spreading rumors. What is her problem with me? She does not want my problems, because I got plenty of them; this beef has been going on for almost two months now, and I can’t deal with drama at home and at school. She needs to stop, before I give her what she wants.”

“Girl you need to just leave it alone, you are upset over this and for what? She is getting what she wants by making you mad. You ran up in her classroom the other day trying to fight her and that got you sent home for the rest of the day. She obviously is not about her life so why waste your time? Plus she’s a sophomore and you are a freshman, what is she messing with you for? Just leave that mess alone.”

“I’m trying but it’s hard because I helped her, let her stay with me, and took her in when I barely knew her. She thought she was pregnant my mother took her to the doctor and fed her. We talked to her I did her hair, treated her like she was a sister. For her to go to school and tell all the problems going on in my house is dirty. Understand that’s a slap in my freaking face. I didn’t have to do s*** for her, and she going around telling my business. Do you know how quick I can put her out?”

“Girl don’t beat her up, try and avoid a fighting her. I’m telling you, you not gone be happy with the outcome. I have to go; I will call you later or text me when you get home”

I understood what Delicia was saying, but I was just so upset with this whole situation I couldn’t get my feelings to cope with my body. I was so mad my skin was literally burning. Ella was wrong in my eyes; she was fake and a very childish person. She got on the same bus as me, and she was on there at that same time I was there. I knew that this day was going to be the day I snapped. I could just beat her face though the seat. That would make me feel better, and so I went to the back of the loud ass bus where she was sitting next to Christian.

“Hey girl how are you doing? I haven’t seen you in a while. I heard what’s been going on with you and Ella. Y’all should just squash that.”

“WELL, Christian, I don’t really care about squashing stuff to be honest with you. If Ella can run around and tell my business she can tell how she got the hands put to her on this day. I do not appreciate the fact that I took her in and she slapped me in my face. On top of all that has been going she never once came to me and told me why she went and told all my business, nor did she apologize for doing it. Who does she think she is? Who does she think I am?”

“Keep my name out your mouth, y’all conversation ain’t got nothing to do with me.” Ella screamed.

“Girl you not talking to me, don’t get loud because you already on my bad side you can get it today. I’m so serious you been asking for it since March. Keep talking to me I’m going to show you what I’m known for. ”

“Bi***…..” and “Bap bap ba dap!!”.....before she could get the whole word out …. Everything went wrong. I punched her in her mouth and just got to hitting her. I had no sympathy for her when I was bashing her face in to stuff. All my hidden anger had suddenly erupted, and for some reason I couldn’t stop hitting her. I could hear half of the bus roaring “get her, get her,” and the other half like “oh my goodness somebody grab her.” I could feel her hitting me back but the adrenaline I was filled with rolled the slaps she threw right off. She was so weak and dead to me it was ridiculous. I had lost all my rings from hitting her in her hideous face. All the pretty she thought she was got beat off of her face. I felt a violent jerk from the bus stopping abruptly. Next thing I know the bus driver tried to break it up and she ended up on the floor as well. I was stomping Ella and the bus driver both with my size 6 shoe. I had snapped so badly that I blacked out and when I woke up I was in handcuffs. The last thing I could remember was being put in an arm lock by my brother. I had felt so bad for hitting the bus driver I wanted to apologize, but my energy and anger was not all gone.

Still being in handcuffs I was ready to fight again, I couldn’t understand why my mom and her mom were yelling at each other. The police officer had threatened to charge me with disorderly conduct but I didn’t care. I was spitting and really showing my butt that day. So was Ella and that’s what had me so fired up. So he put us both in different police cars and drove us both to the Pascagoula detention center. I was so mad I didn’t care where they had took me I just wanted to beat her face in again. I had been there 3 times before it made no difference to me at all. Ella was scared and nervous trying to apologize to me. We could never be friends again, and although I was glad I beat her face in; I should have listened to Delicia. I had hurt her so bad she was limping, mouth was bleeding, her eye was swollen and she had ring marks all over her face. She looked like we were in a boxing or wrestling match and she lost harshly. All I had only a little scratch on my face and a bite mark on my side. Still she was trying to apologize, but in all honestly I didn’t give a rat’s ass about what she was saying. In the detention center we had to wear a bright orange; and it wasn’t just like orange sandals. It was all orange everything, I looked like a true jailbird. I hated being inside for too long. It was irritating to face the fact that I had to sit in a cell for the remainder of that week.
Ultimately I had learned my lesson. No other person is really worth you getting into trouble because all things don’t end well. You can end up in handcuffs like me or maybe something worst. Although she got the best of me and I gave her what I felt she deserved. Violence shouldn’t have been the answer. I should have listened, and probably told an administrator what had been going on. But if I could go back, I would do things differently, and I would have tried my best not to hurt her or the bus driver the way that I did.