En Cat I: The Past
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Freshman year, 2005-2006
Once again, I got to school late. Oddly enough, it wasn't even to look nonchalant about education for my reputation's sake...I just had a fight with my alarm clock again. Although the small Greenwood High was as old as time itself and our funding was less than perfect, somehow we had a new statue outside. No doubt it was expensive. I found myself staring at the statue instead of going to class. Are you serious? We can't afford air conditioning..but then again, looks are more important than avoiding heat strokes, I thought bitterly. While walking into school, I tried to show off my male bravado even to the empty halls. I was the most popular boy amongst 300 students, freshman and senior alike and it was only my freshman year. Looking back on it, it probably stemmed from dating the most popular girl. She was popular amongst the senior boys, although I wasn't aware of that at the time.

My girlfriend, Samantha Hardy had delicately sat herself on my desk as I arrived. Her and my friend, Austin Jones were always crowded around my area talking before class, and as of right then, during class. The teacher was out of the room. "Hey babe," she prompted. When I didn't respond, she grew poutier and went on to say whatever she wanted to say, "You didn't call last night like you promised," she whined. Before I could come up with an excuse, Austin stuck out his arm and motioned toward Louise, "Come 'mere. Come on, beautiful, I'm lonellyyy over here with these two lovebirds." Louise got up and moved to the seat behind her to snub him. He let his arm fall angrily, "Stuck up--"
"Get off En's desk, please. Will you take a seat as well?" Ms. Holmes asked mechanically. This was a daily routine in my life.
"I haven't planned today's lesson yet, so hold out and be quiet for the next five minutes," she nearly mumbled.

Clasen Holmes was a mysterious person. Her room was the most bare in the whole school, and what is was decorated with didn't make sense; butterflies and a dog leash holder.
Samantha made her way up to Ms. Holmes desk and unbashedly got into her personal space. She put on her cute act, "So hey, I didn't exactly have time to do my homework last night. Do you think that it will affect my grade much? I can..make it up to you somehow..." Ms. Holmes didn't even bat an eye, nor did she look at her. "Quit being munipulative and go take your seat as told you," she said in mono-tone. Samantha slipped her a torn piece of paper as she started to walk off with her chin in the air, "Well, if you change your mind." Ms. Holmes gave the paper a quick glance and then glanced back at her computer screen. As she approached her seat, I leaned to her direction, "What did you give her?" She smirked and ignored me by talking to Austin. To this day, I don't know what Samantha wrote on that piece of paper.

Kora Whitely shuffled into the classroom, avoiding eye contact with any of us. She was weird. She never spoke. It was chilly outside, yet she was wearing a Christmas outfit with short sleeves and a skirt. Kora always had something weird going on with her hair, too. We had been pestering her the day we saw her, on the first day of freshman year. She was our constant target. "Is she serious right now? Are you special or something?" Samantha asked, loud enough for Kora to hear. "I really don't know, Samantha. I mean, it's not Christmas," I replied. Our English teacher looked over her shoulder, contemplating stepping in or not. She was at her Smart Board...which wasn't introduced to public schools until 2010, which I learned later. How she came about one, I'll probably never know.

Kora remained deathly silent as usual. "Would you like to explain why you dress like that, Korea?" I taunted casually. Austin and Samantha chuckled at my lame pun. Even I knew at the time, what I had said was stupid. Kora turned her head sheepishly and clutched her bag tighter, "Why would you make fun of your own country," she mumbled in a weird voice. I froze. My name didn't give away my nationality, and I never told anyone about my past or family situation, not even Samantha. And did she just speak?! It was the first time I heard her voice all year, and of course, what she said just had to be creepy. "What did you say? En! What did she say to you?!" Samantha yelled furiously. I was too stunned to reply. "You went and made some smart comment, didn't you?!" She was hovering over Kora threateningly by then. It had begun--the real bullying of Kora Whitely. Ms. Holmes calmly walked over to the situation.

She walked up to Samantha and stood very close to her. "I'll show you no boundaries, Miss Hardy. Do not speak to my students like that. I'm not going to tell you again--sit down." Neither one of them looked each other in the eye. The entire classroom was silent, watching them. None of us had even humanized teachers before, much less be intimidated by one. Samantha responded in a softer voice, so I'm fairly certain only Kora and I could hear, "Are you threatening me? You do know that I can report you, right?" Ms. Holmes was calm and responded just as quiet, "It seems you're doing all of the threatening today and what exactly would you report? That you bully and threaten one of my students daily and your teacher did something about it? Sit down." With that, Ms. Holmes turned and went to her board and my girlfriend returned to her seat. I thought that had meant she was defeated, which suprised me...but I was wrong. Samantha had begun her plotting.

Sophomore year, 2006-2007
Bullying Kora Whitely started getting physical. It became our hobby. By the middle of the school year, we had everyone turned against her. People would judge her in the halls and our other friends would push her into lockers, and we would too when we saw her.
One day we found her knocked out in the library in a grungy Victorian dress and her hair clipped back on both sides of her face. As soon as Austin put his arm around my Samantha, my temper spiraled out of control. I found my hand gripped on the back of the weird girl's chair and I yanked it out from under her as hard as I could. The next few days, I noticed her fidgeting in her chair from her injured tailbone. She went that entire year completely silent around us. My relationship with Samantha seemed to be getting more distant, but after every time I hurt Kora, she was all over me. A beast released from within me that year.

Our school had invested in large lockers to encourage studious students, but for us, it made it easier to stuff people in them. Near the end of the school year, I began getting more violent with the weird girl. Austin and Samantha seemed more attached to me than ever. Not to mention, I was gaining a lot of friends, mainly other jocks. The day that Kora was dressed like some cartoon nun was the first and last time I punched her. Twice actually. Once under her chin and the other across her face. Testosterone was pumping through me. The way she dressed and acted annoyed me. I took her silence as her way of saying that she was better than us. She didn't show up to school the next day and I was honestly worried I broke something. A little guilt sept in, only a little. I never actually hit Kora Whitely again. The guilt wasn't enough to make me stop physically bullying her, however.
Samantha and I partied a lot over the summer of our Sophomore year pretty much nonstop. It was a Saturday night with a few days left before summer ended when Samantha and I went to the biggest party we'd been to. It was packed even though it was held at a fairly small house. Many people Samantha wanted to impress were there. When I tried being affectionate with her, she snapped. I remember her words well and they confused me. "Keep your abusive hands off of me! You're a pathetic little boy and I don't want you anymore! I want a real man, En! In fact, I just want anyone but you, okay! Leave me alone and don't talk to me!" That was really the only real thing she'd ever said to me. She was the first girl to ever tell me she loved me, and her words felt like bricks on my heart. For the rest of the night, she didn't talk to me. I thought about leaving, but some people had heard her screams over the music, and I didn't want to look weak by letting her affect me.

I stayed in the kitchen with a group of jocks for a few hours and only walked out because I was about to head home. Shamefully, I looked for Samantha, but I didn't have to look very far. Her and Austin were making out on the couch. The bricks she gave me pushed my heart into my stomach and I felt sick. I risked seeming creepy and watched in shock. It didn't take long for my shock and sadness to evolve into a deep anger. Quite honestly, I don't remember much of that night. I must've been angry enough for it to cloud my memory. I left that night with my fists clenched. Because of Samantha's words, my fists stayed at my side. But, I realized that the beast I thought had been released was too numb to charge and destroy anything. My anger was too deep..I thought I was doing a good job at keeping it pent up..

Junior year, 2007-2008
Moving on from Samantha was hard for me. I even stopped bullying Kora Whitely for a few weeks after the breakup. I went to school, but it was like I wasn't there. I was disconnected. My home life had gotten worse too. Since my parents had decided to adopt yet another baby, I was put even further out of the picture. I couldn't remember the last time I had an actual conversation with them or an interaction that wasn't negative. Everything was blurry and unstable. I remember feeling numb and that feeling didn't go away until after high school. It only lessened to a functional level. About two weeks after we broke up, I sat at my desk, unable to pay attention to Ms. Holmes. Our school was small enough, many of the same students would get the same English teacher every year. There was only two or three, I think.

I noticed Ms. Holmes heading toward Kora's desk. Kora had gotten skinnier recently...she'd lost a lot of weight really quickly. She also didn't look as strange. I suspected something was up, but I didn't know what. "Kora, can I ask how you injured your nose?" Ms. Holmes asked quietly to her. Everyone else was talking, except me and Louise (who had just woken up). Ms. Holmes knew this, she intended the conversation to be between her and Kora. She didn't respond, of course. She just sat there, refusing to look at her. "Did anyone in this class do that to you?" The weird girl didn't say yes or no. She just sat there.

Ms. Holmes moved to the side of her desk and bent over to her. I was listening very carefully, so I could still hear her. "You can trust me. I will help you," she promised lowly. Kora Whitely wasn't responding, so she straightened herself up and stood by her desk a moment longer. And then she started heading toward mine. Great, I thought, just what I need..to be accused of something I didn't do. Here we go.
"Get out." Ms. Holmes demanded of me, giving me a stone face.
"I didn't do anything!" I exclaimed furiously. I was easy to set off.
Ms. Holmes opened the door and noded toward the hall, looking at me. "I didn't lay a hand on her weird little head!" I yelled. Reluctantly, I did as she said, but not without getting out of my chair nosily and stomping out of the class.

I started walking down the hall, planning on leaving school instead of going to the office as I thought she expected me to do. "Hold on a minute," Ms. Holmes said and shut the door behind her. She stood by her door, waiting for me to walk back. "Do you know who hurt Kora?" she asked. "I thought you were going to accuse me," I spat.
"Answer the question, En."
"No, I do not know who hurt the weird skinny girl."
I could tell I made her mad, but she stayed calm as always.
"I don't know what your fasination is with bringing other people down, but if you don't cut it out, life is going to become sour and dull. You and Miss Hardy are the ones that started Kora's mistreatment from this school so I know you at least have an idea who hurt her."
I didn't want to look at her after hearing her mention Samantha. "Why don't you ever call her Samantha?" I asked quiet-like.

"Why are you avoiding the question?" she asked. "Interrogating me isn't part of your job description. Why don't you just stick to your degree," I muttered. "Okay, smart guy. First of all, I don't call her Samantha because I don't have any respect for her. And secondly, how do you know it's not? Quite frankly, it doesn't seem like you know much about anything, so how is it you would know about my job qualifications?"
"Why do you call me by my first name then, huh? You obviously don't respect me either, I'm the same as her," I snapped rudely.
Ms. Holmes sighed, for the first time, not looking at me directly. "You don't munipulate. You hurt because you're hurt, and yes, that is like Miss Hardy, but I can tell that it's not who you are. She'll be like that for the rest of her life, but you won't be."
"What? How would you know that?" Not only was she making me even angrier, now she was confusing me. "I've lived a bit longer than you and believe it or not, it's easier to read people than you think."

"Well, sorry, but I don't know who hurt her. Why do you assume someone hurt her? Can't she just fall down and hurt herself?" I asked. "She's not a clumsy girl," Ms. Holmes replied a matter-of-factly. "She's a weird girl," I whispered harshly and sighed. "Can I go back inside now? I don't know anything."
"En. Have you hurt Kora?"
"What if I have?!"
She dropped her arms and I watched the energy drain from her. Her eyes dropped and her jaw tightened as she swung open the door and went inside without saying another word to me. I didn't know if she wanted me to leave or come in, but I took it upon myself to leave.
I started thinking...why did Samantha break up with me blaming my abusiveness when she encouraged it?
I don't really know why, but for some reason, Clasen Holmes' words
and judgement stuck with me. But their influence, however,
took some time to take affect.

I, En McCoy was Kora Whitely's bully.
She was my target, my outlet, and everything I thought I hated. To be honest, it really wasn't even about her. It could have been anyone that I treated like that, but I was her loyal bully for four years. There was really no one else, other than the occasional geek me and my friends would jam into lockers. I thought I was cool, I thought I had all the friends in the world, and I thought hurting other people in any way possible would make myself feel better.
...................I thought wrong.

End of En Cat I: The Past
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