It was 8th grade and I was the girl that no one wanted to sit by at lunch anymore.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

mein8thgradeI am the girl in the red and I stole this picture from my friend Kat Blue on Facebook ;)

It was a moment that I remember clearly. A total mean girl moment. I sat my tray down on the table to only watch my girlfriends pick theirs up and move the table on the other side.  I remember thinking about what I did to make them so mad at me. I mean just over the weekend we were friends. I even went to my best friends birthday party.

And then it hit me. I talked to the blonde hair blue eyed boy that she like. Maybe a little to long for her liking. So over the weekend she apparently got all the rest of the girls to hate me for that.

The next few months I learned what it was like to not have any friends. It was awful. The snickering in the halls, the secret bashing notes they passed to the other kids, and the lonely lunches were just the start of it.

I somehow became the girl who stole boys and that made all the other girls hate me. They hated me so bad that one day as I was heading to band class a girl that I didn’t know came up to me and told me that I better watch out because Big Crystal was going to beat me up after school.

I didn’t even know who Crystal was. Terrified, I decided that day that I would actually take home my saxophone that day. Not to practice with but as a way to protect myself from Big Crystal.

The word got out that day that there was going to be a girl fight after school so by the time the bell rang a crowd started to form in front of the bus line.

I don’t remember a lot from that moment all I do remember is slowly making my way through the crowd onto the bus. I remember the kids were pointing at me and telling Big Crystal (who was a least seven feet tall and the most gnarly looking girl you could imagine) where I was.

She came onto the bus and pulled me off of it.I squirmed to grab my saxophone case which amazing got off the bus with me. I landed hard to the ground as she flung me off the bus to the kids cheering. I remembered standing up watching in slow motion as I swung that heavy case containing my saxophone towards her head.

It hit her hard in the side of the face.

Knocked her down enough for me to scramble onto the bus again.

She of course was full of fury and hulked out as she ran towards me.

I made it on the bus and the bus driver thankfully closed the doors just in time.

I was safe.

For that day anyway.

I remember shaking on the bus, thinking if I would tell my parents about the incident or not. It took all weekend but by Sunday night I was so full of anxiety that I finally broke down and told them.

When Monday arrive a crowd already formed in the common area inside the school. Kids ran inside as they saw me, I assume to tell Big Crystal that I was here.

I walked inside to a crowd like the last time but instead of being alone that day my parents walked in behind me.

The crowd immediately disburse when they saw them.

That day at lunch, my old friends sat with me again and we laughed about how I gave Big Crystal a black eye with my saxophone.

Middle school is funny. Girls can be stupid and mean but a saxophone will always be my go to weapon of choice. Especially against girls named Big Crystal.

Story prompt by Mama Kat’s Link up:

Mama’s Losin’ It


  1. Don't mess with the sax girl. Boo yah!

  2. and now you're the life of the party and everyone loves you

  3. Oooooh, Lord, I have a similar story... girl I had never met, heard of, or even seen wanted to beat me up. Only I didn't get her with my sax case... I got my but kicked. haha... Don't miss those days. :)

  4. That's crazy! I played the piano, so it's good I never had to defend myself! I was overly nice. I think it's a bit better for kids now--less cliques and more acceptable to belong to more than one circle. Stealing someone's crush is still a major offense, though!
    ♥ Jill

  5. That sounds terrifying! And good for you for having the courage to fight back. I need to carry a sax with me.