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Addison
I PUSH THE stupid little troll to the ground.
"Take it back, Eaton," I yell at the poophead on the ground.
"No," he twists his face up real ugly like. "My Daddy said you're a bastard, and your Mamma's a w***e,"
I get red hot mad, fire mad, fighting mad.
Nobody calls my Mamma a w***e.
Especially not this poopheaded troll face.
"Oh yeah," I ask.
"Yeah," He smiles like he wants me punch him.
My Momma always says to be generous, and generous means giving people what they need and sometimes what they want.
When I punch his stupid face, and kick his stupid gut, I'm being generous methinks.
Because when you call my Momma names, you're asking to get hurt. Like, you're saying I need to get hit.
So I give them what they need.
I'm such a good person.
He screams like a wimp, cause he is, and he runs to go tell that ol' stinkin' Mr. Hubert.
I sit there and I wait. I should I get an award. I was patience and kind today.
He comes out with a red looking face, like the monkeys on Animal Planet.
"Why did you hit Eaton, Addison," he asks me, but I don't think he really wants an answer.
But like the good boy I am, I give him one anyway.
Such a good person.
I should have the Noble prize, methinks.
"Because," I explain slowly, cause old people are slow, "He called my Momma a w***e,"
People start gasping but I just roll my eyes.
Dramatic poopheads.
"You cannot go around hitting people because they tell the truth!"
He thinks I'm stupid, methinks.
Methinks I'll change that.
"You're calling my Momma w***e?"
I know he is.
But I'm being patient, understanding and kind.
"If it true than it's true," he says commanding like, like I'm supposed shake in my light up sneakers.
"Okay, Mr. Hubert. I will give you asked,"
I punch him in his old man balls, and when he bends down, I punch him in his old man face.
When he falls in the mud, I kick him in his old man stomach.
The reason I do so much is because he's supposing to be an Adult. And Adults are supposed to be smarter than Kids.
So why he say the same thing that a Kid said, if he didn't want to get hit?
I know someone is going snitch, but I'm just gonna wait.
I'm going to be honest.
Honestly, I don't care.
Honestly, I'd do it again.
Honestly, it was pretty fun.
I glare at everyone except Ellie, who comes beside me and holds my hand. We're Married, methinks.
"Anybody else wanna say something about my Momma?"
Ten heads shake no.
Whaddya know? Some kids are smarter than Adults.
The principle is a girl, but the vice principal is a boy.
I can't hit girls, and I can't yell at then, or call them names because every girl is someone's Momma eventually methinks, and that's makes me just like that poophead stupid face Eaton.
But boys are okay to hit and yell at when they do something wrong, only because they're not girls.
They're not that special, because they're not even all that important to the equation called Babies.
So, yeah. I'll hit him.
That's why I'm glad Mr. Hubert is so dumb. In his dumb mind, I think he thinks I'm going to be scared of the vice principal because he's a man.
He wrong.
He never met my Momma or my Ellie.
Girls scare me.
Boys? Not at all.
A big boy who calls himself a grown up but does what little boys do, are still little boys.
That is what I have learned.
I have learned that girls are smart and fierce and beautiful and a guy is only guy if he respects girls.
Other than that; poophead.
So I sit in the big chair(why is so big? The only people who sit here are kids), and I swing my legs and wait.
I look around, he has boring pictures on the wall and papers in fancy frames that make them look important.
I don't think they are.
I once got a paper telling me I was approved for a credit card, but when I called they told me I wasn't.
Papers suck at telling people the right things.
Finally, the VP(I'm too lazy to keep saying vice principle), sits down on the other side of the desk.
"Do you know why you're here today," he asks after a very long time staring at me.
Weirdo.
But I nod my head so hard it nearly broke cause I was waiting for someone to ask me that.
"Yes. I'm here because that poopheaded Eaton called my Momma a bad name. Then, I was generous, because I punched him real hard, there's blood all comin' out his nose, it was gross,"
"Mr. Kane," VP yells.
I patiently wait(I am on the ball today).
"Your behavior is inexcusable. You hit a student. You assaulted a teacher—"
"But I do have an excuse. He called my Momma a w***e. What if he called your Momma a w***e, would it be inexcusable then?"
He turned red in the face, like that monkey. I look down at my own skin. I think I'm too brown to turn red.
See, if it wasn't for my Momma, I would like a red faced Monkey too!
I love my Momma.
"That is not that point!"
I stay quiet then. That is the point, but I won't keep talking, because he is not listening.
He came in this room already knowing what he was gonna say and do, so anything I say, even if I'm right, he doesn't hear.
It doesn't matter though.
I defended my Momma's Honor.
I'm a knight.
They're just peasants who don't think my Momma is worth fighting for, just like my Father.
I hate him all over again.
"—and because of that, we are going to call your Mother."
Hold up, what?
"My Momma is in the hospital. My Father is taking care of me."
"Well let's check the records, and call him," he smiles evil like.
Little does he know, I'd punch my Father too.
He's the one who started this.
He's the one who let these people call my Momma these names.
"—So if you could come down, I'd really appreciate it."
"I'll be right down."
VP smiles like a big bad wolf who ate the grandma.
I don't care.
No one will stop me from defending my Momma. No one.
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