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I am adding this additional chapter to my introduction, because after I initially wrote the introduction, it was very difficult to come back to it and try to make sense of all that I have experienced through the various stages of my life and the trials that I have endured or overcome. I wish ...
| The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins |
The story has already been written for awhile on my blog "From the heart of Praise, Prayer and Perseverance. 0; Here is a link to that posting, Below are the pictures of the blessed event.
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YVONNE's Story > Chapters > I CANNOT BELIEVE HER!
| Date Range: 01/01/1978 To 01/31/1984 ||
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| | Now I'm in HS. Brandeis HS. Back then there was really only 2 schools you chose to go to after JHS 43, that was Martin Luther King HS or L D Brandies HS. Some people were afraid to go to either school because of the fights. I actually didn't worry about it. I had plenty of fights under my belt that assured me as the no.1 contender if anyone wanted to start some bullshit, and of course some one did, a girl named "C Scott". I don't know why that ugly man looking bitch wanted to fight me. She must have heard about me and wanted the challenge. We were both in the same american history class and she always showed up late. The teacher never said a word to her. He was probably scared of her. She looked like a cross betweenMike Tyson and Magilla Gorilla. I didn't like his smart ass either. He used to always get real sarcastic with me when ever I challenged him in class on whatever the daily agenda was. You would be real surprised at how much info the kids were taught back then that was WRONG. If he had any common sense he would have realized the mistakes in the books but he didn't bother to correct a thing, so I did his job for him, stupid ass. Anyhoooo, that ugly girl walked into the classroom late as usual and walked to the back of the classroom where I sat and instead of getting a chair from the stacks against the wall, this ugly gorilla nosed, puffer fish cheeked, oatmeal face bitch had the nerve to snatch my mutha f'king chair right out from under me! Yes the monkey did. I couldn't believe it. Now I'm sitting on the floor looking up at that f'ing monstrosity knowing that if I get up and hit her ass we'd both get suspended. Now see, she was the type of person that thought if you didn't say anything back to her that you were afraid of her. That lil urban-legend got her f'dup. It was a Monday when all that went down so I had to keep my composure til Friday when we got out of school. That was the fastest week in my entire life! But you know what I did? I went to the Dean and the Principal just so I could have some leverage after I BUSTED HER ASS! I knew I was going to "F" her up, I just knew it. All my so-called friends started to steer clear of me as friday approached. That monkey would pass me in the hallways and put up her fist and look at me real mean. I would'nt say a word. There were people in the school who made bets as to who would win the fight on Friday. Some of my friends acted as if I had a week to live. They might as well had a floral arrangement sent to my house with a sympathy card attached to it. Friday arrived. EVERYBODY who passed me in the hall looked at me with sorrow in their eyes. They whispered and pointed and some shook their heads and chuckled. Especially the friends of that monkey looking bitch. They could have cast her ass in the Planet of the Apes with Mark Wahlberg. LOL! She would've fit right on in. (some of my people might get mad at me for the monkey and gorilla remark but dammit thats what the hell the f'ing bitch looked like)! If she was a nice person her looks wouldn't have even mattered to me but how can you be ugly inside as well as out ? The bell rang (just like in a boxing ring, ain't that some shit?) The doors flew open and everybody rushed outside. I exited the building and someone snatched my bookbag right off my damn shoulder. I looked at that hoe like she had a third eyeball. There was a large crowd across the street. I even saw people who went to King HS! Damn! How in the hell did they know about the fight? I'm not going to lie, I was nervous as hell but my anger soon replaced that nervousness. My face got hot and I got tunnel vision. All I saw was that bitch! I walked into the circle which was made for us and stood there. She came forward and started talking bullshit. Before she could utter, mutter or stutter another word out of her mouth I knocked the livin shit outta that primate! The crowd went quiet. She went down like she was chasing a banana! LOL! Then the roar came! Kids were on top of cars, screaming and yelling oohing and ahhing. I just wanted to go home. Then she got up and looked at me crossed eyed. What the hell? She tried to charge me but I was too quick! "Oh you want some more bitch? You want some more? here you go"! Thats all I was yelling while pummeling her ass. Then before I knew it the security guard from the school jumped in and tried to pull us apart. I was a raging lunatic by then.I swung and ripped at everything within my grasp! It seemed as if I was taking out ALL my frustrations on the monkey and the security guard. Frustrated because of my Mother, frustrated because of what that burnt roach of a cousin did to me, frustrated because I didn't have my Father and frustrated because of everything else that wasn't right in my life. You talkin about someone opening up a can of whip-ass! That was exactly what happened. The can exploded! It had expired years ago, it was time to let loose , so I did. and it felt goooooood. When the fight was over I ran into the subway and rode home pissed off. My so-called friends around me where hooping and hollering and shit but I was mad. I hated getting like that. You could kill somebody with that kind of anger pent up in you. But the pressure cooker in me released alot of steam. By the time I got home my Grandmother had been pacing the floor. I knew she was going to be mad but surprisingly she wasn't. She asked me one question..."who won"? I said "I did". she seemed glad and satisfied and then started going off about how she had to go to the school and something about not paying for some security guards glasses. All weekend long I was getting congratulated. People were giving me high fives and talking about that fight all weekend long. I wasn't thinking about the fight. I was thinking about how that bitch was planning revenge for getting her ass whipped. I know she was embarrassed so I know she was planniing something. Either she was going to try and sneak me or get some friends to jump me, especially since she knew she couldn't handle me by herself. Monday came and nothing happened. She came to class, sat across from me but didn't look my way. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday passed with no incident. What was that sneaky bitch planning? I was on defcon4 all the way til school ended. I was watching my damn back. As June arrived a sudden thought jumped into my head... That bitch is gonna wait til the last day of school to try something! That was it! It had to be. Why else hadn't she done anything yet? Oh ok, now I see. So on the last day of school I came to school with my face greased up and a pair of combat boots on. If that bitch had ANY kind of plan to "F" with me it went right out the window when she saw how I was dressed. The last bell of the day rang and we all went home. I was relieved because I really didn't want to go thru that again, but I know yall know your girl was ready right? LOL! When I got home I ate the biggest bowl of butter pecan icecream and thought about what the summer would bring.
to be continued...........