The Time I Exploded – A Guest Post
A Guest Post by Eliana (my 12 year old daughter)
The redwoods loomed above me as I stood in the ever-stretching shade that danced on the gold dirt below my feet. The smell of middle school kids and pine needles surrounded me. Standing in the midst of a mob of kids my age waiting for lunch was one of my least favorite things to do. At least I had my Christian friends beside me for support. “It’ll be over soon, Ellie,” my friend Karlee said calmly, knowing my distaste for crowds. “I know, I just don’t want to be around all these strangers anymore,” I replied glumly. I sighed heavily and stared up, reading the sign above the dining hall: “HUME LAKE: MIDDLE SCHOOL CAMPUS.”
“Excuse me. Sorry! Coming through! Excuse me,” the voice of a young girl became audible above the other voices in the crowd. I turned to see my cousin Grace struggling to get through the crowd of middle schoolers. When she finally made it to us, she huffed a puff of hot, angry air right into my face. “Did you hear that?” Grace exclaimed. “What?” I questioned, completely perplexed. “Those boys over there are making fun of Nicola!” My heart skipped a beat, then violently pumped against my ribcage, as a hot, red anger boiled in my chest. Smoke could have been billowing out of my ears at this point. “Where?” my voice shook as I attempted searching for anyone who looked guilty. Grace firmly pointed all our attention to two tall 8th grade boys who were acting like they’d done nothing wrong. I thought of Nicola, the short, sweet brunette girl going into high school next year, who I’d just met at camp and immediately took a liking to. “They were making fun of her height!” Grace exclaimed, openly outraged.
“Ellie, go tell them off,” my younger sister urged me— she had witnessed me yelling in situations like this before. I was practically frozen with anger, but I managed to turn and readjust my gaze to look Nicola in the eyes before I walked over to the guilty party and exploded right in the two boys’ faces: “If you two believe it’s okay to talk crap about my friends, you’re gonna learn something new today, boys. IT’S NOT OKAY! So if I catch you doing it again— to ANYONE!— so help me I will beat you!”
And with that, I swung around and walked off to the dining room.
[This is Day 20 of the Write 31 Days Challenge. This year my focus is on the role of STORY in our lives. Click here to get to the landing page with links to each post for this series.]
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What about you?
Can you think of a time you had to drum up a fair amount of courage to do what was right and/or to stand up for someone else? What incenses you and drives you to action?
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