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"Move freak" is what I hear as I am walking to class, I hear that about four times a week. That is nothing new so I let it slide off of me and keep walking. Today, when I sat in my seat I noticed that something isn't right. My pants feel sticky where I sat. I stand up and realize someone put glue all over my seat. I hear everyone laughing as I run out to the office to call my mom to come get me. As I sit and wait on my mom I notice a girl that is in some of my other classes is staring at me. I stare back, but she doesn't look away. Instead, she approaches me.
"Why do you put up with everyone being mean to you?" I believe her name is Bailey asks. "I don't know. I just let it happen, because it's what I know," I say. "Well, stop," she simply says. I look at her as if she has grown a second head.
"Why do you care if they pick on me?"
"Because it is not nice or fair. You should tell them to stop, and use your size to intimidate them."
"But my size is why they make fun of me," I say.
"They're just jealous that you are tall and that all the girls have a crush on you."
Now, I am absolutely stunned by what she is saying. This is the first real female contact I have had outside of class in a long time. My face has shock written all over it and my mind is going a thousand miles a minute of this new discovery.
"Every time someone is mean to you or says something tell them to shut up or go away. It is time to stand up for yourself," Bailey says.
The last thing I want is to be mean like everyone has been to me. I know though that something has to change. What I didn't realize was that every time someone was mean to me, I built up a "shell." Everything just bounced off me after a while and I had become harden to other kids.
The next day, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yell at yet again another person who tries to shove me into the wall. This pattern continues for about two days before everyone began to see me differently. Suddenly, girls would talk to me, other guys wanted to be my friend, and those who didn't want to be my friend feared me.
I didn't want people to fear me but I did want to be respected. I finally got the respect that I wanted. I also got the girl as his girlfriend that gave me the confidence to stand up for myself.
Author's Note:
I chose to use the story How the Tortoise Got Its Shell. The tortoise in the story was sent on an errand to return only to be locked out of the castle he was supposed to be in. While on the errand, he became drunk and showed up late to the castle. I made my character tall like the tortoise to have some similarity in stories. He was carrying a great weight on his back. The weight crushed him. Time passed before anyone had discovered the tortoise. He had formed a hard shell. I used the concept of him gaining a shell and made it a positive thing in my story. I even used the world shell in this story to symbolize and tie together the two stories I wasn’t sure where I was going with my story at first. I knew I had shell to work with. I tried writing a different way with a little more dialogue between characters. I broke my paragraphs up differently as well. I thought it would make it easier to read. I went back and added some details. I also tried to get to the point of my story using fewer words. I really started to like this story after I wrote it. I liked the general idea of it. It seemed better than majority of my other stories that I have written.
Bibliography: West African Folktales by William H. Barker and Cecilia Sinclair, with drawings by Cecilia Sinclair (1917).