A Terror Was Born

What's the name of that plant? was all I heard, after she just got through making her boast about me knowing everything in the whole wide world. Do you think for one moment I will let her down now? Not on your life! It's a Winstermomma, I said with a straight face, and years to this day, my ex wife and children think its a better name for the plant that I gave my sister when we were little kids then the one we learned of from the folks who name plants. Apprehended by the police and carted off to an Orphanage my sister and brother and I stood front and center of a tall woman with her hands on her hips who could have passed for the Queen of England except she was black with bigger ear rings. The police were long gone before her hands ever left her hips or ever she cracked a smile. Mrs Talbot was her name and the place was called Sunshine League. There was no sunshine there and it was in a league of its own, but that's another story. The next day when day light hit our faces, we were sent off to school more then miles  was meet for little kids, and a day or two latter the orphanage made us change schools just as easy as changing directions. We were just told to go this way instead of that way. So we followed the other kids hoping to get to the school by following the leader. Because my younger brother was a perfectionist, he was in special ad in a school with the mentally slow. He never could see the need to call a car nothing but a vehicle, and the teachers decided that special ad would be his lot. My little sister held on to my hand as if the blood was produced there, and I held on to her as if to prove it. No sooner did we see the school grounds when we heard a bell that gave rise to the other kids to run for their classes. Me and my sister just stood at the gate as if in shock, for the kids just ran off and left us and we did not know what to do. I did not want to alarm my sister who was at home in my hands. It was not long before a teacher came up behind us and asked if we where new students, I told her yes and she told us to follow her. Following at a quick pace she asked how old my sister was, and when I told her, she seized the hand of my sister and toughed her in the opposite direction. My sister cried a bit, but was comforted by the lady teacher who told her she would be in her class. Standing before the Head Master, I was asked my name to which i responded, Nathenial. Then was asked for the rest of my name to which I responded Nathenial. They then again asked for my Sir name to which I responded with Nathenial. Looking at one another, a wise teacher asked what my Father was named, to which i said George Francis Burchall, to which they then decided that my name would be Nathenial Burchall. I kept that name up to my second wife, for my father and mother where never married and my birth certificate was in my mother's name of Jones. Since no adult took me to school, the school by deduction gave me a name that took me beyond the grip of army mandatory recruitment, for when I saw the name Nathenial Jones and not Nathenial Burchall who did not exist, i was glad it was not me. As a new kid in school, around my first few weeks in this new school, a young boy put a stick on my shoulder and knocked it off. i had no idea what it meant so i picked it up and gave it back to him. The other kids started laughing at me, and told me the boy was challenging me to a dual. I still had no idea what he or them were talking about until the boy hit me in the stomach. Then it all came clear, as a teacher walked in the room. The boy took his fist and put it up to his eye and then pointed his finger at me as if to suggest his fist had a date with my face. Looking around the class room, I could feel that this was the seen of many boys in this school. I took a look at the boys who were not laughing and figured out that some of them did not fare too well in this deal and for the looks of things  neither would I if I didn't come up with a plan real quick. I didn't like to fight, but could if my sister or brother needed a boxer, for otherwise I was as peaceful as a kitten. I sat there in the laboratory of my mind and hashed out a quick plan that would end my days as a fighter for all times for i did not want to go through this again. So at lunch time, when the class bullies got together to take me at the sand box to teach me a lesson in new school rules, Gary Brangman put a stick on my shoulders and knocked it off. It was only a few kids around the fight and to me it was not enough. I could see more kids coming and for me the more the better. My sister was no where in the crowed and that was a positive, and before long almost the whole school was surrounding us. This Gary guy punched and kicked me to which I did nothing, he looked at my no responds as a green light to take off in earnest. When all of a sudden I saw a teacher coming to break it up and my Que to break bad in a hurry. I asked him had he finished, to which he responded as if a deer caught in the head lights of an oncoming car. I then lit into him with every thing i had, only in enough time for the teacher to stop the fight. Oh no, I was not finished, I lit into the teacher too, for she saw the fight and saw how calm I had been before I snapped, so I gave her a bit of my nasty, and before long we were all in the office and I broke bad in there too. It took about half the male teachers to calm me down and bring me back to earth. Well, that was all she wrote, no kid never looked at me wrong, no one told on me at the orphanage, and the word got back to my sister that I was a monster and now she felt no more need to hold my hand, just knowing i was her brother was all she ever needed from there. When I left that school, later I had found out that she was the real terror that was created. For after my departure, she would go up to people and bite them, for no good reason, and say my brother is Nathenial, and to my shame, she terrorized that school without fear. I had no idea what seeds I had planted in not wanting to fight again...nj