That being said, there were different types. You had your jocks, preps, emo, redneck, and I’m sure there’s more. One school year, the kids in my school basically (I think) just lost their minds. Each click had a beef with another, sometime during the school year. I don’t know why. But most beefs were settled in a matter of days or weeks.
One in particular beef that stands out in my mind that year, was the beef between the rednecks and the emo’s (they were also called skater boys). In an amazing turn of events, I know why this beef was started because I was there when it happened.
I was walking down the hallway towards the cafeteria (notice the trend?) when I noticed a group of skater boys hanging out around the doorway of the cafeteria. They weren’t messing with anyone or being disruptive, they were just hanging out talking to each other. Then a couple of guys from the redneck group, donned in their camo and Carhartt attire, walked out of the cafeteria. Now, I’m not sure if something happened before this or if the guy just wanted to be a brute (disclaimer: I’m not saying all rednecks are brutes, I happen to know and love several.) But this guy walked right up to one of the tiniest skater boys they had, picked him up by the neck, and body slammed him into the tile floor. My mouth flew open in response. The guy walked away laughing while the poor kid gathered himself with the help of his friends.
School is rough. I hated it.
Needless to say, that unleashed an all-out war between the rednecks and the skater boys. It affected everyone involved in those clicks, even if they hadn’t been at the cafeteria that day. Each group had at least a few guys that got jumped, several fights broke out all over school for the next few weeks. Senseless.
I (as you may have guessed) didn’t involve myself, for a number of reasons. I had friends from both clicks, I didn’t want anyone getting jumped or hurt. So, I waited and hoped for it all to die down soon, before someone really got hurt.
That year, during first period I was a teacher’s aide. Basically, I did chores for the teacher during that time. One of those responsibilities was to take the morning ‘roll’ up to the front office. Like any other morning, I gathered the names of all the students that had bothered to show up for class and readied them to go to the front office. The classroom was located in the basement, there were only a few classrooms down there, so it was pretty much deserted at times.
The bell rang at 8am, the roll was taken by 8:02am, and I stepped out of the door with it, no later than 8:05am. When I stepped out the door, I was staring at the paperwork I had to turn in. I heard the door lock behind me when I shut it. You see, during these times, school shootings and bomb threats were a major worry and most doors locked from the inside after they were shut. The only way you got back in was to knock and hope someone heard you.
Someone’s voice caught my attention seconds after I heard the lock fall into place. Which confused me, no one should be down here because it’s after 8am and classes had started. I looked up to see the school resource officer standing in front of me.
“You stay right there,” he told me.
I felt one of my eyebrows raise. Before I could stop my facial expressions, I had already given him the ‘is there a problem?’ look. No need to answer, I figured it out for myself. I looked to the right, where I would be exiting to go to the staircase. There, a group of rednecks stood, blocking the entrance. They were puffed up like something had offended them, pointing, and threating the other end of the hallway. I turned to my left to see a group of skater boys, doing the exact same thing. They were also blocking the only other exit in the place.
Are you serious? 8am. 8am is when you decide to do this?
The resource officer pointed to both groups, turning his back to me.
“Now I’m telling you guys, break it up right now.”
What are you going to do, I thought? Suspend them? Each group had at least ten boys. This was going to be a massacre, and we were right in the middle of it. I pressed myself up against the door. Reaching behind me, I jiggled the door handle, only to remember that it was locked.
I didn’t think I could hate school more than I already did.
“I’m gonna kick you into the dirt,” someone shouted.
Never thought I’d go out like this.
“I said cool it you guys,” the officer warned.
I rapped on the door with my knuckles the best I could. Let me in, let me in, let me in! No one heard it.
“You started this,” someone from the redneck group yelled.
Well, actually sir, you did. Thought it, didn’t say it.
The officers radio blared something, he reached up and rested his hand on it. I could never tell what they were saying on those things.
“Let’s finish this.”
“Everyone just stay where you’re at,” the officer said, resting his hand on his weapon.
I’m kicking the door like a mule now.
Then, to my relief, there was a rush of teachers that flooded the hallway from the right stairwell. They along with the principal, started escorting the first group upstairs with them. Several teachers passed by us to escort the second group up the stairs. The principal made his way to the officer.
“We got here as quick as we could,” the principal said.
Ah, that’s what came through the radio. The principal glanced down at me. If it tells you anything, I was so known for not getting involved in fights, he didn’t even question why I was there.
I’m sure my pale white—ghostly complexion, mixed with bulging eyes, crumpled attendance sheet, and a permanent body indentation on the door behind me, spoke volumes.
Glad you’re here sir, could you take this roll up to the office with you? I’m leaving.
AND THEY STILL DIDN’T OPEN THE DOOR!