I shudder remembering all this…It’s like it happened yesterday…I remember some of my girlfriends were yelling at Andre that he was a little creep and stupid and they tried to help me get to the washroom, to clean me up, without the nuns seeing me covered with stinking crap, knees, palms and elbows bleeding and crying hot, stinging tears of embarrassment. We ran right into the hugeness that is Sister Agnes of God Zilla.
She took one look at me and her jaw dropped. Very kindly, she put her arms around me and with my little friends following like my personal caravan, she led me to the washroom. She had one of the girls get the first aid kit in the office and with great care, she washed me up, bandaged my wounds, all the while soothing me and making me feel that maybe she wasn’t such a beast after all. She managed to take the stink off me with some talcum powder she got from who knows where. Suddenly, I noticed her face getting very red, just like when she got really pissed off. Just then, in her usual booming voice she demanded to know, “WHO DID THIS!” making us all jump. Some girls ran out of the washroom. She scared us so bad, no one could talk. Again, she thundered, “WHO DID THIS!” The girls started talking all at once, some bursting into tears and out came the name ANDRE. Her brow creased, making that V between her eyes and she asked me if this was true. In my anger, humiliation, need for revenge and total and complete fear of her, I told her the whole sordid tale. The bell rang and she told us to get to class. It never occurred to any of us to tell her all the other boys were involved as well.
As I came into the classroom, my mouth went dry and I started crying again as I heard the boys laughing. Sister Agnes came in, pulled her chair from her desk and had me sit in it. I could hear giggling. She then barked at Andre to come up front and the giggling stopped. I will never forget how horrible I felt as I watched him squirming and smirking, when she told him to apologize. He wouldn’t do it. He just laughed nervously. She cracked the strap on her desk, making everyone jump and Andre said he was sorry, in a very low voice. She made him repeat it until he said it loud enough for all to hear. She launched into a speech, asking him if he and his friends all thought this was very funny. This made Andre laugh, which sealed his fate. She told him to put out his hands. I was going to be sick. I thought since he apologized, he would be spared that punishment.
But he had to go and laugh…
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Tags: beast, embarrassment, stinking crap, talcum powder