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Posted on June 1st, 2012



Momma’s boy.

If only they knew he wouldn’t be a momma’s boy forever.

If you love her so much why don’t you marry her?

If it would keep her alive…

Why don’t you just climb back into her womb and snuggle with her?

Far enough.

Robb turned around and punched him square in the face. It turned into a faucet as soon as he hit the floor. There was so much force behind Robb’s fist that the asshat was knocked onto his back. When he realized his nose was pouring blood, his hands went directly to cover his face, covering his mouth as well. Maybe that would help him to keep quiet.

A few of Asshat’s friends were at his side with paper towels and napkins. Robb didn’t say a word as he turned and walked away. He was originally heading to lunch, but now he just walked himself to the office. He didn’t want to be summoned over the loud speaker. And he was glad there was no one else in the hallway when he broke Asshat’s nose, except of course for some Asshat minions. He didn’t want people to think of him as a violent person.

He entered the principal’s office and took a seat. The big man with the thin graying beard and the dark rimmed glasses looked up over his lenses, his attention pulled from his paperwork. He saw Robb sitting there, hands folded in his lap. He was looking towards the floor. The principal opened his mouth to speak, but before words could come out- “Just give it a minute.” Robb uttered. Confused, the principal sat back in his chair and waited.

No less than a minute later he heard voices growing louder as they came closer to his office. A bloodied boy and a few others came stomping in, making all kinds of commotion. They completely missed the fact that Robb was seated right behind them. Without having to ask, the bloodied child began to tell an outrageous story about how he had been minding his own business until Robb the Retard showed up and broke his nose for some reason, probably because he was having mommy issues. Robb kept quiet and let Asshat tell his side of the story. His asshat minions claimed to have witnessed this story, and claimed that it was true to the very last detail, yes, even the threats of a wedgie.

The principal sent the boy to the nurse. He would probably need to be picked up and taken to the hospital to get that nose fixed anyway. He sent the witnesses back to class. Robb was still sitting quietly, hands folded and eyes to the floor. The other boys still hadn’t seen him on their way out. The principal let the silence continue for a minute, rather unsure of the situation, and the fact that the accused had walked himself to the office.

“I take it that’s not what happened.”

“Not at all.”

“Why did you punch him in the face?”

“Because I was minding my own business, making my way to lunch when he started harassing me the same way he has been day after day, week after week and I finally just snapped. Can you just suspend me? That way punishment is taken care of, and no one else really has to know this happened.”

“I don’t have to suspend you necessarily, if there’s something more serious going on, we can-”

“I don’t want your sympathy, sir. I would much prefer you send me home now, and I won’t show up for the next two days of school. I’ll return on Monday. Problem solved, end of story.” Robb rose up from his chair and extended a hand showed a slight sign of bruising. The principal rose as well, shook the boy’s hand, and let him leave.

The principal spent his lunch going through the two boy’s personal records. Brad had been in detention nearly every day this week, and had a few in-house suspensions last year. He didn’t need to read much further to determine that he was a troublesome kid who more than likely deserved to get his nose broken. Robb on the other hand was a different story. Nowhere in any of the folders did it list him as being violent or troublesome or anything really. A lot of the information listed him as being quiet, keeping to himself, but being a very hard worker. He had perfect attendance up until this year. He had actually missed out on several days of school starting two months ago. His grades started to slip slightly, but nothing that needed to be worried about. Something was going on outside of school. The question was what, and why was he suddenly being harassed by this punk?

The principal didn’t have much going on for the remainder of his Wednesday afternoon, so he decided to visit all of Robb’s teachers this year to see if they knew anything. They all had the same thing to say, generally. That Robb was quiet but did most of his work. A few missing homework assignments here and there, and his absences were increased as of lately. None of them really every spoke to him, except when he didn’t have a homework assignment. The only teacher that was really of any help was his English teacher.

At the end of the day, Mr. Murphy met with the Principal in his office. He handed over a thick paper with Robb’s name on it. “This was a recent assignment I had given the class. It was a personal narrative that was only supposed to be about five to six pages. He doubled that amount.”

The principal looked at the paper in his hands and saw the title. “Cancer: How it Ruins the Lives of Everyone it Touches.”

“He handed that to me this morning. It’s about his mom. From the looks of it, if there’s any truth to that paper, she doesn’t have much time. And I don’t think he wants to speak much about it. She’s been fighting cancer for the past four months without much hope and this is the first anyone’s heard of it, I’m assuming. I don’t think he knows how to deal with it. But I know he doesn’t want help.”

“He punched a kid in the face today before lunch. Bradley? Broke his nose. Bradley came in telling me his side of the story about how he was minding his own business. I hardly believed it, and Robb was sitting in my office before I even knew what happened. I don’t know what Bradley was saying to him, but Robb just said he was being harassed. Whatever it was, it was more than enough to make him snap. And he voluntarily suspended himself.”

“I would voluntarily suspend myself if I was in this situation, and punch a kid in the face just for the hell of it.”


Robb sat beside his mother at the hospital later that night. He held her hand tight in his. Her pale fingers were cold with a lack of circulation. “I punched him today, mom. I finally stood up for myself, just like you always told me to. I know you said violence wasn’t the answer, but this was a special case. I mean, I won’t use violence the next time I have trouble dealing with something. Don’t worry.”

The room was silent except for the ticking clock on the wall. It was dark except for the light over her head that gently lit the bed and its surrounding area. It made her look angelic. It made her face look not so worn and thin. The white sheets looked like her beautiful white angelic clothes. There was no moon this evening, so the only light was coming from right above her.

“And I finished my paper about you last night. It was so hard to write without your help, though. I could’ve used you big time. But I remembered some of the key things you taught me. Like brainstorming and trying to figure out where I want to go with the paper. I even read it out loud, just like you said. And even though I felt ridiculous, it helped me catch a few things I would have overlooked. What would I do without you? I can’t wait until we’re all home again…”

His voice trailed off.

Footsteps were heard in the hallway, and the door softly opened. A nurse came in quietly. She made sure all of the equipment was turned off. She looked over some of the charts that remained in the room. She had passed away three hours ago. The nurse bit her lower lip and put the charts down, and sat down in the chair next to him.

“I love you, mom. Don’t forget it.”

Robb looked at the nurse. “You should really get home, honey. And get some sleep. You’ve been in here for four hours already. I’m sure you’ve got a busy weekend coming up as well…” She seemed a bit unsure of herself as she spoke, but she had hit the nail on the head.

Robb leaned into her and began to sob. His whole body shook with each breath he took. Her light blue scrubs were streaked into darker shades by his tears. All she could do was hold him.

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