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The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins

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Date Range: 08/01/1978 To 10/01/1978   Comments: 3   Views: 11,304
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Is school out yet? I can't even remember.  That was a nice school we went to in Georgia. Some of the kids were mean as hell though. I guess they knew because of our accents that we weren't from the south. I remember one day in particular I was looking for my sister after school as usual and couldn't find her. i looked around and noticed a group of kids standing together laughing. I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that my lil sister was their joke. Sure enough she was standing up against a tree crying. I cannot tell you the anger that welled up in me at that instant. They saw me coming and scattered. Those mean lil bitches had tied my sister's shoestrings together and she couldn't walk. I wiped her face and told her to stop crying. I managed to get that knot out and we began our long walk home. Some of the other kids who lived in the trailor park walked home as well. The ones who tied her sneakers together didn't but they followed behind us talkin a whole bunch of sh**.  With each step I was getting madder and madder. My pisstivity level was thru the roof! I felt my eyes well up with tears but there was no way I was going to let them see me cry! On the way home there was a section of railroad tracks that we had to walk along to get to the little path that led to a short cut into the trailor park. On the side of the tracks that we were walking on was a mean thorn bush. Oh yeah yall already know what I was thinking right? If it were something they had tried to do to me I probably wouldn't have even thought about doing something mean to them but they had crossed the line when they f'kd with my lil sister. When it came to her my rage was equal to that of a mother bear protecting her cubs. I slowed my steps, waited for them (3 of them) to catch up to us, my sister looked at me with a puzzled look, so did the kids who lived in the trailor park, they seemed to be afraid of those bully's as well, I knew they were gonna try something as soon as we got on that lil trail, my sister was small so I didn't want her involved. My heart was pounding in my chest. The biggest one of them  had a smirk on her face and was handing her books to one of the other girls. Oh really? That was what I was saying to myself. Oh ok these bitches are gonna try something. The three of them moved closer together so they could squeeze past us and that thorn bush, as soon as they got directly in front of me I pushed them with all my mutha f'king might! They reached out to one another and all three of them went into that bush screaming! I grabbed my sister and ran the rest of the way home. Then the tears came pouring out of my eyes like a flood out of control! I thought the police or their parents would show up or, when we went to school the next day they would be ready for a fight. I tossed and turned all night long. I kept getting up and going to my window looking for the police. None ever came. I was going to tell my mother about it but I knew she'd turn it into something I caused or started. We went to school the next day. Two of the bullies were in my class, they had bandaids all over. They never looked at me. After school I saw the third bully, she saw me and quickly turned away. I don't know why but I walked over to them and said "i"m sorry". They looked scared and shocked. I didn't like that. As I began walking away, one of them called me and said she was sorry too. I walked right back over there and hugged her. I walked away and my eyes started tearing up. I didn't like hurting anybody. I begged God not to let me turn out like my mother.

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Brian Childers said:
posted on Jun 10, 2008
you rock

you broke the mold.... seriously you rock

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Chuck Stallong said:
posted on Jun 13, 2008

did your mom ever learn how to shoot a gun? If so, tell me what state so I can stay farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr away......

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Victoria Backer said:
posted on Jun 23, 2008
pisstivity level

Yvonne - I love it - I'm going to steal this phrase from you! I can't stop reading yours stories; thank you for sharing them.