Anyway, he taught me how to make a fist that night and had me practice hitting his hands. Then he wanted me to hit him in the face, but there was no way I was doing that. Not that I thought I could actually do any damage…but still. He’s such an idiot. When I asked him why he was teaching me this, he said it was so I could fight back if kids started picking on me again, now that I’d be going to public school again.
