The Day Adiva Fought The Monster Final Draft

I thought I was going to die. Beads of sweat driped down my small plump brown face. My eyes twitched with anger and my knees weaken with the idea to stand up to a girl of that size. I walked firecly toward the girl I knew I would have to conqurer. The girl (Porsha) stood three feet four inches tall with eyes as big as moons. Her arms looked as if she could warp them around the world. Her fists were big enough to punch through the Great Wall of China. Her voice was deep but high for certain words. She smelled of baby powder and sugar cane, and always wore the same thing, a tight white button up shirt and a blue pleated skirt. If you never knew her, you would have thought that she was a perfectly nice girl, seemed harmless. But everyone in Allan Locke School knew the truth, she was mean and nasty a down-right bully. She spoke with authority for she knew that she basicly owned the school. She was in first grade and even fourth graders were scared of her. I for one would no longer live in fear of her. Eventhough I was three inches shorter than her and had to be thirty pounds lighter I had heart and never would let someone pick on me just because I hear a rumor that they could fight. Porsha would always come up to me and challenge me, but this time I would take her up on her offer. My mother always encourged me not to fight but not to be a punk. This was probably the hardest decision I had to make in my little life, to fight, and ruin my perfect record, or to be known as a punk. I decided to fight. I could not be in this school and be known as a punk. Everyone would take advantage of me then, and I could not have that, I have five more years in this school. Porsha was in my sights. She turned around and saw me. A demonic smile crept aross her big face. She knew what I came for and she was happy. She always wanted to fight me. As soon as we were face to face her fists came at me hard and fast. It looked as if her arms were weightless. My little body could not dodge all the punches she threw at me. Bobing and weaving I felt as if I were a amauter boxer and she was the heavy weight champ. Blow after blow she just kept on coming with hard ones to my face. With the all the punching and kicking I fell on the floor.I had never had someone hit me that hard and with all that furry. I came at her with the same, I might be little but I am heavy-handed. Then that is when I got home field advantage. I grabbed her hair and starting giving the punches she so effortless gave to me.I did not stop hitting her. I was angry, pounds of sweat dripped down my face. My once white shirt was dirty from Porsha's stained hands. I pulled her long brown braids until I saw a couple come out.I did everything in my power to hurt her. I wanted her to feel everything she has done to me, I kicked, strached, and pinched. I wanted to win. I wanted all the glory of beating up the school bully. I wanted to fight her until I could not move, but I was not only doing this for myself but for everyone in the school that did not have enough heart to do it themselves. Soon after kids started gathering around to see the fight of the century. They wanted to witness the teacher's pet beat up the bully. The children cheered louldly. I had became a hero of all ages and the pride I felt from that was unbelieveable. I could never see myself as a hero, a good role model yes, but not a hero. I was a morden day american sailor moon. I realized that I did not fight for respect as I thought I organially was, I fought for justice and equalitly, after all that was the only thing that I wanted was to be treated fairly. After I felt a sharp blow to my stomach, I felt someone grab my arm roughly and pull me up. I just realized that teachers had came and broke up the fight, but I did not want to stop. I pulled alway at their grasp to get back to Porsha, they grabed me up again and I was not strong enough to pull away this time. We did not get in trouble because we were so young, but we were not allowed to have recess for three months ( it may not seem like a harsh pushiment but when you are a kid that is the wrost thing in the world, not to have recess). After that day it was spread around the whole entire school that I could fight eventhough the first half of the fight I got beat up. I got the respect that I needed to successful in my school, and no one ever messed with me again.