The Fight

It was a bright and sunny day, a great way to start a new school year. I was really looking forward to be in grade 9. As always, I was on my everyday school outfit, plain blue hoodie, jeans and a pair of sneakers. I always braid my long brown hair.

I was waiting for the bus to arrive and it was late. When I arrived in our classroom our teacher was already checking our attendance.

“Fanny,” our teacher said.

“I’m here,” I responded as I was walking towards my seat.

“Paula,” she said.

“Here,” Paula responded.

I was taken aback, Paula was my classmate from last year in the middle school. I didn’t really like her. We didn’t get along so much. I felt like she was always jealous of me ever since I met her, maybe because I was doing well in class and she thought I was better than her. She is also older than me by a year, so she thinks she can boss around me.

The bell rang. It was lunch time. I went to the cafeteria to by food. When I got there, I saw Paula. As our eyes met there was a weird feeling in my guts. Her gesture was telling me to come to her but I ignored her. I was about to leave the cafeteria when she got on my way, and she splashed her juice on my face.

“Oops, did not see you there.” She said.

 I was so pissed. I dragged her outside of the school and headed near the school track.

 “What the heck, why did you do that you? I’m not doing anything to you.” I demanded.

I slapped her in the face.

“What did you do?!” She said.

She slapped me back. We started to pull each other’s hair and slapped each other.

I was busy pulling her hair, I didn’t notice Andrew was coming towards us. He pulled Paula away from me. We stopped. This was not the first day of school I was expecting.

“Why are you girls always fighting?! This has to stop. You girls should talk,” he asked.

“She was the first one! She splashed juice all over my face!” I shouted.

“Why are you girls always fighting?” he asked.

“Why do you hate me?” I asked her.

“Well, I don’t really know,” she said

“Were you jealous of me?” I asked.

“We-we-ell…,” she said stammering.

“Maybe,” she said in a soft voice.

“It’s because you’re popular and smart” she said.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you,” she apologized.

I was surprised by her sudden apology. She seemed sincere for what she have said so I accepted her apology.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I’m sorry too,” I smiled.

We talked to each other about the problem. We agreed to set aside our differences and start all over again.


By: Faith, Paula, Fanny and Andrew