I hit a girl finally.

I said it.

As we all know, by using the alias The-White-SPARROW I have subjected myself to femininity, if the DeviantID isn't proof enough that I am female.So, biologically it is okay for my to his a girl other than say... Silvanteer. So What was the reason for this out of character act?

As you all know, I am constantly being bullied, but this bullying has come to a stop, or so I wish for it to stop. This female fell for my unending wish of violence upon those who dare to harm me.

In the beginning of the year this rather plump girl hadn't a clue where to sit for none wished associate with her (I should have taken that as a hint, but as I have expressed in other journals I'm naive and much too kind for my own good). So, I allowed her to my table in kindness. She accepted and sat at our table for about a month. That... That catty little chub-monster talked trash about my friends and talked about her intimate moments with her male follower. Needless to say he impaled her plenty of times as I understand.

She is cruel. She calls her "friends" whores behind their backs and laughs at them, which isn't so nice and I didn't appreciate input.

My older sister rid of her with a threat. She's a senior and a infamous attacker so she backed down. So, to get back at me for "hiding behind my sister" I had chocolate cookie in my hair. I have put up with her taunting for months until one day, or rather today, she struck up a conversation with me.

She mocked my intelligence. They, meaning her little party, pulled up a dictionary and tried to prove me wrong on a word I was using (dwell). "What is your definition of dwell?" she asked.

"To live in, on, or upon."

"It is to reside, but nice try."

Oh how stupid are the hilljacks at my school you ask? Perfect example. She probably loved the Twilight series too.

She continued taunting and taunting until I shoved her out of my face and yelled at the top of my lungs for her to leave me alone. Where was the teacher? She is a nice teacher and I love her, but she is never present when I need her. She came in when I shoved her. The began saying things like "Loook you made her cry."

I was crying. When I have anger and intent-to-kill drawn up in a flawless plan in my head, I tend to cry. So as the teacher was pulling me out of the situation and taking me to the office to cool down, I picked up my bags and my thin green English bind and so it descended on her skull.

I am not sorry I hurt her.

When I hit her, however, it was like I watched myself do it, standing on the side with a blank stare. I felt out of place and completely mad. I knew I could never hit anyone again after that, and that lightweight binder hit harder than I would have realized. In the office I yelled as loud as I could to get all of the staff attention "This school doesn't do anything until someone gets hit!"

I talked to the councilor and was shoved into the little carpeted room. Fortunatly, my kindness of people is world known, so the staff were in shock to find out I actually hit someone. News travels fast in a small hick school, and later that day the girl I hit was given a swift and strong shove down the steps at the last of the day for laughing once more about her "triumph". It is nice to see that I have people who will stand up for me when I had been sent home.

So, who really one that short fight?

Monday pursues and I see a blue sky in the brisk November day.