I started to slap her on her face as I sat upon her chest. Tamara was crying and screaming as I slapped her face restlessly. I did not even notice the small crowd that had gathered around us. I drew my arm back and this time I made a fist and hit her hard in her face. I drew my arm back again to land another punch when our assistant principal, Mr. Alex grabbed it.
“That is enough, Tara,” said Mr. Alex as he jerked me from atop of Tamara.
Another teacher looked after Tamara as Mr. Alex led me down to his office. He sat me down in a chair next to his desk and asked me just what in the hell was all that about. I explained to him about her telling everyone that I was a lesbian when I was not one.
Mr. Alex gave me a big lecture on beating someone up for calling you names or making fun of you
