Wally . . . The next day . . .

I had more to my story from yesterday that I thought I'd share. I shared it in another post, but I thought I would put it here just to make the story from yesterday more complete:

The next day, after the 'Wally' confrontation, I went to school as normal. As I sat on the bike racks..., trying to put my lock around the front tire, Wally came up and sat down next to me. He sat there as I ignored him while I put the lock on. Strangely, it was as if he were a friend, just waiting for me to finish so we could go play, I had no anxiety, and was completely comfortable with him sitting next to me, our jeans touching as I worked. When I was finished, I sat up on the bike rack, but otherwise didn't move. I turned to look at him.

"You’re not the only ones that can stick people with knives!" he said, fumbling in his right pocket for something. He pulled out a smallish, inch and a half card-shaped thing that appeared to have folding blades. Well, to be fair, one looked like scissors . . . And maybe a nail file. He opened the one that looked like a tiny knife.

My brow furrowed, but it did not alarm me at all. I mean, what he was going to do. STICK me w . . .

. . . He stuck me with it . . . it slightly wobbled from the point where it stuck in the upper thigh.

About an inch 'in', I'd say. There it stood, stuck into me, card hilt sticking up. I could see the scissors very neatly folded into he side.

"FUCK" he said, letting go of the blade and letting it dangle 'in' me. I made no reaction, no movement, just studied the blade with curiosity. It didn't really hurt.

Wally jumped up, saying "oh, my God! I actually stuck him! I didn't mean it!" he yelled, looking around for teachers to see how much trouble he was 'in'. He didn't see any, but he decided to dash away before he was caught. In a second, he was out of site.

I stayed there and looked at the knife sticking 'in' me. It was an odd thing to be sticking out of a leg, I thought.

A moment later, Wally came bounding quickly back, pulled the knife from my leg, then ran off again. . . That was odd in itself.

I just went calmly to the nurse, got a band aid, and then went to class.