[GH85Carrera]

I had one year of intense bullying. My dad was in the Air Force so we moved a lot. I was in a different school every singe year for 1st to 11th. I got to go to the same school for 11th & 12 grade. I learned to make friends very fast. Every year I had to do it again.

The bad year was 9th grade. It was in Hawaii and I was 50% of the white enrollment. There was just one other Haole in the entire school. I had a team of 4 boys that designated themselves as my tormentors. Two boys in particular were the worst. There was only one teacher on campus that was any sort of protection for me. The other teachers just ignored it. Every Friday in Hawaii is "kill haole day" so Friday was the worst. The last Friday of the school year was THE "kill haole day" so I just skipped that day. Even Chuck Norris could not whip every other kid in the school.

I never even thought about killing myself, or anyone else. If the fairy godmother came along and asked it I could snap my fingers and have those two boys die a slow horrible death I would have said yes. But that was as unlikely as them becoming my friends.

I was thrilled when we moved to Hickam AFB. That meant a school that was 60% white, so the threat was over for me.

I made a consious effort to forget those two ashat boys. Over 20 years ago I realised I can't remember their names or faces. When I think of that year and those boys I see a large brown puckered ring. They are just two asholes from my past.