Crossfire?
I remember that at the tender age of 12 I was a weedy little nothing who had decided the best way to avoid bullying was to show no emotion whatsoever. For those of you who have ever tried this strategy for life, you'll know it's not the smartest. I had one real friend, but even he was ashamed of me so only talked to me after school.

Doing as most children who are outcasts do, I was climbing on my own around the recently put up wooden thing. I still to this day have no clue what it was. They called it a maze, but there were only dead ends and one entrance. Well, anyway, I was climbing pretty spectacully, bridging myself across the wooden walls, much like a spider, (So I was upside down.) when I slipped. I fell, and a branch went through my earlobe, a kind of natural piercing. For those of you who have ever cut thier ear, you will know the extra-ordinary amount of blood in the things. It hurt, but my messed up psyche led me to walk towards the school, filled with abject rage.

The small, fuzzy headed child who was marching towards the school, ear held firmly in hand and trailing an emmense amount of blood attracted attention, including my friend Toby (Sorry if your reading this mate, I apologise!) who ran up and asked "Lofn! Are you ok?!".

I smashed my elbow into his face with a strength, procession and speed I have yet to re-capture. I broke his nose. For asking if I was ok.

My slip caused two injuries but as far as I am concerned, he started it.

No apologies for length as I'm very self-conscious and feel I hardly measure up.
(Lofn and Idun, Sun 12 Mar 2006, 12:25, Reply)