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He laughed at my request, and so did his friends.
“I won't ask a second time,” I said.
“Are you threatening me? Do you know what I can…”
He hadn't finished talking when his tooth flew out of his mouth, accompanied by some blood.
My fist had connected with his jawbone, and the impact knocked him down to the ground. His friends didn't even bother to attack me; they ran scared.
Mrs. Perkins screamed in fear as she saw her dear nephew lying on the ground with a bloody mouth.
My parents were called in while I sat in the principal's office, unapologetic about what I had done. When the principal asked me why I did what I did, I simply shrugged.
“The bastard deserved it.”
Mrs. Perkins flamed up, saying that I had no manners and that I was not even remorseful. She ordered me to apologize, but I bluntly refused.
“No,” I said. “I will not.”
She started to rant about how she was going to make sure that I got expelled. I just stared at her, smirking like the devil she thought I was.
When my parents arrived, they apologized and promised that I would be on my best behavior after that day, but the school board wouldn't have it. They held on to the fact that I was a danger to the other students since I could knock out a boy twice my size with only a single blow.
They were right. I was dangerous.
As we drove back home, I sat quietly in the back of the car as my parents deliberated over what to do with me.
They thought I was asleep because of my silence and the way I rested my head.
“What do we do with your son, Howard?” I heard my mom ask.
My father laughed and replied, “Oh, so now he's my son, eh?”
“Howard, he knocked out a boy with a single blow,” she emphasized. “A boy twice his size.”
“It's a good thing, Elizabeth.” My father laughed.
“A good thing?” She couldn't believe her ears. “Don't encourage him, please.” She sighed. “He's been in and out of three schools already, all because he loves to fight.”
I slightly opened my eyes just in time to see her glancing back at me.
“What did we do wrong, Howard? When did he become so evil?”
“Hey, don't talk about our kid like he's some demon, all right?”
“He's scaring me.” She glanced back at me again. “I think there's something wrong with him. It's not just about the fights he constantly gets into. It's about how unapologetic he is, every time.”
“There's nothing wrong with him, Eliza. He's just a little misguided, that's all.”
Mom sighed heavily as she watched my father, who didn't take his eyes off the road.
“I'm tired, Howard.”
“Don't worry. I think I know how we can channel his rage into something more productive.”
My father's plan was to enroll me in a boxing school downtown, and he did.
On my first day, I knocked down three of the opponents that Coach Max asked to brawl with me. And they were all the best in my peer group.
