And Then I Met Him

It was my second year in middle school. I was 12. I had my list of classes in my hand but luckily, I already knew my way around. My friends and I split up and I headed to my first period class. That's when I saw him. He was new. He was standing with some boys, shaking hands. I walked by him and the group when I heard him say, "hey." I was still several feet away from my classroom. My back was to him. "Hey" did not register with me. Again he said, "hey, girl in the blue shirt." I turned to face the circle of kids. He waved to the boys and told them to get to class as he was walking towards me. I noticed how big he was; it was quite intimidating. "Hi" was all I could say before he was standing on the pavement in front of me. I was up on the sidewalk, only feet from my first period classroom, and he was still taller than me. "My name is Andre. I'm the new security guard here." The first thing that crossed my mind was 'there shouldn't be much trouble here with this guy roaming around the school.' "My name is Maggie. This is my last year here, I'm in 8th grade. It's nice to meet you." Andre smiled and reached out his hand to me. I took it and we shook hands. "It's nice to meet you Maggie. It's hard to believe you're in 8th grade. I hope we can get to know each other better. If you need anything or have any problems, please let me know." I let go of his hand, tucked my long hair behind my ear and thanked him. I turned to finish the last few steps to my classroom and just before I entered the door, I looked back. Andre was still standing there, staring at me. He smiled. My stomach dropped. I turned towards the room and hurried in. I never thought that my first day of 8th grade, my last year in middle school, would be the start of a war I would spend many years trying to win...

Anonymous

I have killed you a thousand times inside. I have gotten my revenge safely. I have seen the good in people, and the bad, but I can see no good in you. There are animals that are more human than you. Have you once thought back and regretted a thing? Probably not. I have killed you a thousand times inside. But you haven't died in my mind. It is a fine scar you have left on me; inside and out. I have killed you a thousand times inside. Please die. -Anonymous