Well, I’ve been in ETA’s death list, but then, so were all my cousins - anybody with my lastname (no, we’re not royalty).
B was my best friend from K-1 until she got a boyfriend. Her brother K is one year younger. When we were in 8th grade, him and his friends would walk behind us on the way to and from school, using the shells of bic pens to shoot grains of rice at us. The fuckers had good aim, too. Have you ever had sciatica? Now imagine that it’s actually got a Known Cause and you may get an idea about how angry this made us. At midmorning recess they’d get close to us and just show us the bic shells, looking angelic any time a teacher was nearby.
Of course, any complaints were met with “you’re exagerating” by the respective Parental Units. K’s denials were apparently more compelling evidence than the bruises in our butts and backs (my mother would directly refuse to look and tell me to “get decent”).
One day at midmorning recess they started again; we managed to corner one, at which point the rest came by as well. B and K started yelling at each other; at one point he made a sort of stabbing gesture with the fist that held the bic shell and I snatched it from his hand. K tried to get it back, B grabbed him and held his arms behind him. I dropped the shell and made as if to step on it. K yelled “you step on it and I KILL YOU!”
I stepped on it.
He escaped B, jumped on me throwing me to the floor with him on top of me and tried to choke me. By the time they were able to get him off me, I was starting to lose vision.
Of course, the teachers decreed that, since I was the oldest person involved (I’m 10 days older than B), it was All My Fault. I got three weeks of Saturday Morning Detention.