I Hate Child Abuse

It was Evette.The new girl.She was in sixth grade.They knocked her books out of her arms ....,her papers scattered and her lunchbox was smashed, I remember that on the street. They were calling names I never heard before...kite? What's a kite? I know what a kite is. It something my brother flys on a string! But they were saying Kike...and another word over and over ....and that word was "Jew". Terrified, I ran and followed the procession from the safety behind the houses liing the street walking along .....my little eyes wide with fear....concerned only with with my own safety.....I was only in first grade.....I began to cry. Why won't some body help her? They are so scary looking..... ...these kds from 6 to 12th grade.So big ! Lunchbox torn from her I remember her thermos,,the glass inside it shattered.... bright shining shards of it at her feet. And she was crying , just standing there, crying in place , her arms crossed against her chest as if she was still clutching her books ,her eyes closed,chin down ,tears running.
I couldn't watch anymore. I threw myself face down between an air conditioning unit and this little space behind the houses. I shut my eyes tight and covered my ears with my little hands. It was a hot day and the drone of the air conditioner and my hands blocked out the terrible sounds . White noise,wirring....I couldn't hear any thing but that.But I could still here my heart pounding ,the pulsing throbbing of the blood pul in my my head. My house was two streets away....saftey.Ever have a dream where your so scared it's like your paralyzed? THIS IS NO DREAM...THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING ! I had to get home! I remembered something my my brother used to say to himself before his track meets."What are your legs? Steele springs! What are they going to do? Hurl me down the track! How fast are you going to run? As fast as a leopard! WELL LET'S SEE YOU DO IT THEN!" I sprung up like a baby Gazelle and ran straight into a monolithic wall of leather .Two roughly calloused hand seized me. Terrified, I did what a little girl does ,I sunk my teeth into one of the hands that grasped me .The hand did not let go.I bit down as hard as I could.Now I could feel the warm blood of my captor as it ran down my chin. Two powerful arms lifted me up as I kicked wildly and with all my courage I opened my eyes. I saw the most wonderful sight any one could ever see! The face of my brother! With a smile he said " Could you please stop biting my hand now?"

End of part two.

I love the way way you write your story. I felt like watching it not reading.

I am glad you reached safe to your home and to your brother.

Not gonna lie, I'm pissed! I need to know what the crowds laughing at!

Ready for more.

Is this creative writing or was it a real experience as a young girl