And I know you’re laughing,” Robbie teases. “I was lying prone on the ground with her boney knee grinding into my crotch. I won’t lie. She scared me so badly that I pissed my pants. I earned the name Pissy Robin that day. An older kid came over and tossed her off of me. She flew through the air and landed on her butt and started to cry. She wasn’t hurt. She was wicked pissed. The two of them beat the shit out of each other- black-eyes, bloody lips and noses, ripped up clothes. I sat there in shock. Teachers tried to stop them and they bit and scratched at them. Finally a big kid from seventh or eighth grade ran over and stopped them.” “How? Why couldn’t the teachers stop them?” “No one could get close to them. They were fighting like wild animals. The big kid walked up, pulled his arm back, and punched the boy in the side of the head. I figured the big kid thought the boy was to blame. I was a coward and didn’t tell him any differently.
