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It's somewhat twisted and cruel, but there's some de facto laws about high school/life. For example, if small dumpy boy A were to talk smack about tall gruff kid B's female familial relations, a smackdown is to be expected, if you would be so kind as to pardon the word choice. What shook me was the fact that it was never made clear that A had done anything. I had to ask, do something to make up for getting wrapped up in the spectator's silence along with everyone else.

"So , did he really do anything or did you just feel like it?"
*takes out earplugs* "Do what?"
"Smack him. Did he have it coming?"
"Yeh, he was talkin' about my momma."

-_- So you got a friend to tape you walk across the grass, take him out from his clique, badger him a while, and smack him in the face before coming back to the bus stop to hoot and holler over the replay? It was too far to hear the exchange, and I couldn't tell if his hand was open or in a fist, but it did send at least one article of clothing off the kid's face. I think it was his sunglasses, and maybe his hat.

From the way the avenger recanted his tale, the offending party was nervous and hesitant enough when confronted. Understandable, considering how scary it must be to get politely asked to step away from one's safety net to face some scowling black dude. Depending how awkward he was, though, and I don't think he was much more tomfoolish than the average boyo, an innocent answer would be said without as much fear and stuttering. What's to hide? Of course, the fact that all I had to go off of was the conquering hero's epic, that didn't solidify anything.

I'm not on any sort of terms with either party, but B was in my Psych class last semester. Not a person I'd want to have to cross paths with, whether he's in a good mood or not. Too much...needless bravado and swagger, and not enough articulation. So when I saw it all happen, I was just so overcome with the suddenness of it all, and how ludicrous it felt, I kept wondering if B and his posse hadn't just done that because they felt like it. Cuz if they did, I need to get the hell out of this kkk wet dream.

It might just be that I've been hanging around enough worthy and winsome people to not be exposed to too many fights or bullyings. Maybe everyone giggles and dances like a bunch of preppy tweens after they've hit some unsuspecting underclassmen. Maybe everyone is called to inaction when seeing something wrong. Maybe I'm just a quiet, fragile, small girly that doesn't want to start trouble - though, it was nice how civil and straight-forward his answer was. Couldn't tell if any of it was true, but he took my question for face value, and any snickering he might have done, he saved for after I left the bus.

I feel bad for feeling dissappointed in this having happened in suburbia. We can be hatheads, sure, but I thought we were good little boys and girls. What a sheltered little child I am.