This is instead of this week’s GPOYW.

In the place I grew up, the school only had the first six years so it’s rather small. One of the two buildings held the kitchen, gym-class and a bath. All in all it was shaped like a T, but the bar was longer and held the classrooms. Okay, this is how it looked:

When I was about eleven there wasn’t really much to do at the breaks, so we used to go around the building with the classrooms and talk. One day, me and a friend was out walking when he saw some other kids play at the site marked X on the drawing. I had seen two assholes go there to earlier so when he suggested we’d go there I said “no, I don’t feel like it” and I explained why. He said “no, it will be ok.” I still protested and he walk overthere anyway. I contined around route A.

Next round I heard him shout for me to come over. I was sceptical to the whole thing but I went there along route B. And sure enough, the assholes were there too, grabbed my arms and punched me in the stomach. Again. You’d think they’d learnt some new tricks after a while because aft the first years of being beaten up, it had gotten a bit stale. Sure, it hurt and I cried, but really, this lack of new material was embarrassing to all of us.

Then they left and my friend didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with what he had done. That was the last time I spent some time with him without any of our shared friends. What a cowardly idiot he was.

This, in part, is why I have a problem with being a follower as well as being the person who drag people along. Also: issues with physical contact.