FIVE ON ONE

Have you ever been bullied?

Did they have friends who would gang up on you with them?

Call you names...

You're being reminded Sticks and Stones can break my bones but, words will never hurt me...

You don't do anything...

You don't tell anyone...

It begins to happen...

More people are joining them...

You still just take it...

You don't do anything...

You're on the ground...

You begin to say to yourself...

I shouldn't have complained in silence...

Five on one is that really fair?

No weapons...

You have your hands and feet...

You have a total of four...

That's the old math...

Now there's Nine...

Multiply by 4...

Now, you're only choice...

Let them beat the hell out of you...

You know they have no problem killing you...

No one's coming out of their house...

No one's calling the police or ambulance...

These were the days before cell phones...

There wasn't a pay phone every two feet...

The nearest pay phone is way that way...

No one's going to open their door...

Afraid of what they might do to them if they help you...

​​​​​Why such hatred?

​​​​​​Fifteen you had Freedom...

You had already had three businesses by the time you were sixteen...

​​​​​​Graduating high school at seventeen...

Not because you're really smart...

Your birthday landed where it did...

Not even close to your due date...

You started School early...

Sixteen and a half years old you have a car...

You're driving to School...

You pass by them while they're at the school bus stop waiting for the bus...

You begin to think to yourself...

​​​​I'm driving a Station Wagon that seats a lot comfortably...

I could fit everyone in the car...

It's heated in the winter...

Cool in the summer...

It went to the Beach a lot...

​​​​​​How different it could have been...

​​​​​​If they didn't choose to be an enemy...

I would have kept them out of the downpour rains and the sleet and snow...

I know they loved the Beach...

They just didn't have a way to get there...

Imagine getting beat up several times a week...

For years and years...

One day you decide...

You're going to fight back...

You have had enough...

Do everything you can to get suspended from school...

In one day you acquired over thirty infractions...

Each infraction was a minimum of a three day suspension...

To get a ten day suspension you know you have to be really bad...

You don't cross the line to expulsion...

Just a much needed thirty day vacation...

Work, money, and the beach for thirty business days...

Why not?

The thought of Juvenile Detention never crossed the mind...

Though you certainly should have got time...

No officer approached all day...

Nothing in the mail...

You're waiting because you know...

You would probably be guilty as charged...

​​​​​​All day people are talking about what you did...

The enemy didn't deserve it...

​​​​​​The punishment...

No Suspension...

Mandatory 30 days in School...

Arrive on time...

Leave five minutes late or...

You won't graduate...

The enemy was suspended off the School bus and the bus driver was fired...

You have to give truthful reasons...

That made the twist that day...

You take it a step further and admit...

It was premeditated...

For a very long time...

Then on the way out of school...

You press your luck...

You really want that suspension...

You end it an infraction that holds a mandatory ten day suspension automatically...

​​​​​The all to familiar voice that day...

Yells to you across the parking lot...

See you tomorrow!

You know by now...

Imagine spending the day with them at the Beach...

Hide the keys...

They shouldn't be to quick to drown you or pretend to be your friend...

​​​​​​Pay their way...

Buy their lunch...

You know they don't have any money...

They didn't want to work...

Would you do that?

You know there's always a winner and a loser...

​​​​​​YOU WON!

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