A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
“Faggot,” he repeated calmly for the hundredth time, again followed by a fist to the gut.
I groaned and peed in my pants, for the hundredth time. My legs gave out and I crumpled onto the filthy tiled bathroom floor, my tee shirt ripping as it stretched away from his clenched fist. I could hear the other students in the hallway as they made their way to their next class, and wondered why none of them entered.
“Say it. Tell me what I want to hear,” a whispered growl.
“Yes, it’s true. Please….”
“I didn’t fight in Vietnam just to come back here to put up with your kind.”
“Yes…I mean, yes sir.”
“You go home when the bell rings. When you come back tomorrow I expect things will be different. Very different.”
“Yes…yes, Principal Bradshaw.”