Escape of the Gymnasium

As I sit in a managerial meeting, nervously taking the wrath from demanding hierarchy precaution, my sound judgement began to drift nates to an accident in my early childhoodNice shot Shrimps at that place I was shooting the basketb in all in gym class, all five radical quaternion inches, 125 pounds of me. I am kn testify as Shrimps, simply my real name is Donald I am a small kid, with the tit of a kitten. Patiently waitinging for the instill campana to ring, to nonify me and the residuum of the develop it was sequence to go home for the sidereal xx- foursome hour period and come indorse again in a week and half, I could hardly wait to maintain home and show my parents my straight A report card. It seemed bid two life times had passed already, precisely I was still stuck thither waiting to hear the ring of the damn bell. All of a sudden, I realized Lenord was headed into my vicinity. My pulse began to race, sweat dripping from my forehead I go on to shoot the basketball. Soon I became scared, so scared I fancy I was going to wet myself. The threat was real, very real, but this wasnt the starting line time Id been in danger and sure seemed uniform it wouldnt be the last.I dismiss still see him even now, with a crystal fair vivid image of him. How could anyone forget what he livelinessed ilk? Everyone in the shoal knew him as J leaper, but behind the slang name J hang back, he was drive inn to all too many as Lenord. Lenord was bivalent the size of any average Joe his age, live oning tall dateing over the top of his coadjutors heads desperately awaiting soulfulness to step in his way. J frump, the bouffant fat aggressive pain in invariablyyones bottom, the school bully. J Dog was always with foursome of his immediate peers. J Dog generally picked fights with weaker students. He would abuse them with his strength and powerful vocal cords, which built his ego on his victims.For nearly the past seven years I see hold b acked him and his four man mafia pick on younger boys. I can not even count the times on my twenty fingers and toes that I was the onlooker, watching sadly from the birds eye view, waiting for their time to come and be put in their place. One incident I witnessed was when J Dog and his four man mafia picked a fight with a varsity football player. As I observed the attack through the arse stall the fight seemed too unfair. J Dog and his crew attacked the peer in the boys bathroom. They all took their braids aggressively punching and kicking the peer. I sat in the stall curled up on the toilet, bracing myself nearly touching every blow. Showing no remorse they continued on their brutish attack until they seemed too tired to go on. The fight ended with a vicious kick to the face by J Dog.Constantly and repetitively J Dog and his crew moved international from the school handbook and the countless school policies that it entailed. Yes indeed I knew what they were doing, as well as everyone else at the school including the school staff, but no one took the time to create a peaceful environment. It unspoilt seemed that no one would affiliation up to their mischievous behavior. I never understood why this was this way. why do we all sit here back on our heels and watch this reckless abandon go on with his terror? We were all equally bloodguilty, guilty as J Dog and his fellow perpetrators. The longer we stood back and judge their behavior and the longer they were able to rage through step forward the school, the stronger they became. This was not a good thing for me, or for the entire school.J Dog and his four brotherhood boys came for me one spring morning. In fact it was the last day of school prior to a well anticipated eleven day Easter break. Id been playing basketball with a few of my peers in the schools gymnasium. looking on the other side of the gym behind a stripe of bleachers, sat J Dog and his fellow four up to no good teasing and laughing at fellow students. The obnoxious snap himself, Lenord, and his four manned mafia soon came to the side of the gym where I was playing basketball. Before I had the chance to warn my friends I comprehend abruptly, Donald, you four-eyed worthless piece of shit, the bully say. Its your turn.My heart hit rock bottom, whole step myself gasp for air, I asked myself oh no here we go, I think it is my turn to be plum bulled, or isnt it? Such simple words, so such(prenominal) unsaid. I didnt need any bring forward explanations. I knew what they indirect requested and it was not their sanity back. As mentioned earlier Id seen others after theyd had their turn. It was never a beauteous sight. as well many times over the years I perplex witnessed the brutal attacks on my fellow classmates. In time they would spend a penny progressed beyond schoolyard aggression, sinking lower into the anti-social status of the criminal underworld. Theyd never be leaders of any kind, just straight up thu gs. Theyd been well schooled in this art.I had never once in my life been in a fight. wholesome unless my sister counts? To say I was scared of the upcoming attack would have been an understatement. I was petrified. I knew if I was not careful in what I said or did I may end up dead. As I sat there overshadowed by five ruthless thugs, I knew that even in a fair fight I couldnt by chance win. Other students swirled around us, isolating our undersize group. It was well known everyone in the oval knew of the intended attack. Sweating profusely, I was nearly drowned in my own sweat, knowing what was waiting for me, wondering why he didnt just call down out and end this mockery, this teasing. I did not even realize indeed that hed had to work himself into a frenzy so he could just hit, and hit, and hit.Whats up, Shrimps? Dont you want your pretty boy face all smashed up the resemblings of everyone else in this school? Or pass on you be up establish because you will need a face li ft?As I sat there I could only think of dumb things like this girlfriend name Ashley sucking her thumb and my friend telling me to imagine my peers bare-ass while giving a speech. Only the sight of these two things registered on my numbed, frightened brain.Why dont you leave me alone? Go annoy someone else. I took the basketball and dropped it at my feet.Are you throwing the basketball at me, Shrimps? He snorted, searching for any excuse to start a fight with me. I didnt want to fork over him an excuse. He stood there warlike hands on hips, wearing his all blue attire. His stomach fat erupted through chivvy holes in his once blue t-shirt. Supporting the color blue was what J Dog felt was the holiest color known to mankind.Dont be silly, I just dropped it at my feet, I whined, not at all mentally wide-awake for the brutal assault.I know you didnt just call J Dog silly, one of his collogues shouted. Or Ill flatten you myself. Come on J Dog, give the idiot a reason to talk back an d lets get the pit reconcile out of here. It is just too hot in here to have to put up with all of this shit, he added as he grinded his teeth, presentation the enormous gap in his bottom teeth, so enormous I could kick a field goal through it.You call me silly, did you? Youre zero point but a poor excuse for human life. You can roam to the teachers all you like, see, I am not afraid of them.Thoughts began to race wrong me. I wondered why school authorities put up with him. Too many times Lenord and his four mates behavior were over looked. School fights happened sometimes students went home a little worse for wear. I could not champion to notice that in a mere two minutes the bell would sound. Thinking to myself will that bell ever ring and let me out of this mess I got myself into?I responded to this coward known to too many as J Dog, I didnt call you silly I just said I did not throw the basketball at you. I was answered by a heavy push in the chest, the first sign of pers onal violence. Staggering back, it was followed by another vast blow from the aggressive J Dog. He stepped back up to me, face to face, as J Dogs four amigos stood close beside him, crowding me like flies on dead carcass.Wont you reside and fight? He spit little specks of salvia at me but I dared not acknowledge them. Bloody little coward.Hed been right I was a coward, so scared I couldnt run, even if I precious to, even if thered been somewhere to go and get away from the mess I was in. I silently choked back sobs, fighting to hold back tears of terror. The panic controlled me I stood there looking like a buffoon right in move of Lenord, his four friends, my best friend, twenty other students, and one especially hot girl named Cindy. Again the palms of his massive hands stabbed at my chest and, again, I staggered back. I felt the jar of his hands long after theyd abruptly returned to his hips. The five men close back up on me as we danced further away from the gymnasium bleach ers or what I like to call protection from a fall and embarrassment. I felt my grip on reality slipping further and further away.Others were here to only see another beat adapt forth by J Dog and to witness my shame. Not that J Dog and his mates wouldnt let everyone know how well, or poorly, I took the abuse. There was a certain honor in taking your licking like a man. I hadnt felt like a man, and had been sure there was little honor in J Dog. However, I couldnt hide for the inhabit of my life. It had been time to stop the hopelessness and stand up for myself and for the rest of the school population. It had to be all or nothing. I preferred nothing, but in the back of my head I wanted nothing more than to set the example.Putting on a brave face, I firmed my voice and looked the outsized buffoon in the eye. I know you can beat me like a red headed step daughter, I dont doubt it at all. As the jittered mess in my voice came out I wanted to look and feel confident in what I said t o this animal. But Lenord, I added, Just remember one thing. When I hit the ground, so too will your front teeth, you worthless coward. Ill get one punch in, you know I will, and that punch will be directed right for your front teeth. When I am done with you, you will no longer look like the donkey you look and smell like now Is beating me up worth losing your front teeth? I was being optimistic, I doubted that I could even get in one punch I doubted even if delivered I could have knocked out any of his teeth.The reaction from the leaden J Dog was almost priceless. Suddenly it was the bully who backed off, looked lost, looked everywhere but at his bewildered fellows or me. Er er he stuttered, youre not worth the effort, you are just a waste of my breath, you little diddlysquat headed pansy. I wouldnt waste my spit on you. You better get away from me before I change my mind and pound the crap out of you. Now I was the one standing aggressively, hands on hips, watching the fast dis appearing of the other bullies as they soon walked away in disbelief. Cocky in my arrogance, I spit out a final mouth of spit in their vicinity. It had been the most rewarding victory of my life, standing there on that field of honor, knowing that I had conquered the mighty, invincible J Dog. I wanted to shout it out to the rest of the school and let everyone in the school district know of J Dogs defeat.My mind switched off that near death episode, back to the present, to the here and now. Hierarchy management surrounded me, trying to pressure me and abide to their will. Tacky school change state were replaced with tailored business suits, the overt threat of violence with an undercurrent of rough power. Things hadnt changed. As before, I was the underdog, the potential victim. These smiling men were planning on beating me far worse than the luckless J Dog could ever have imagined. Here I was fighting for my life, my work life, and for the future of my family and myself. I could lose everything. I felt too old to start everything all over again. These smiling piranhas had planned on chewing me up and spit out out the bones.I had to fight for myself and for what I knew was right, and it was time to either stand up and fight their smirking aggression, or lie down and die like a dog. I thought again of J Dog the bully, computer memory how quickly hed collapsed after I stood in his way of destruction. Clearing my throat, I looked straight in the owners eyes. This is what should happen, I began, as an idea rushed into my mind. richly knowing what I was going to say, I continued as I spilled out the beans.