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Moon Over Me
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The day I met Moon Lauroitz didn’t just change the trajectory of my life but the incident that followed is part of our small town’s many legends. She came to our school in the fifth grade and as the class’s unofficial diplomat she was sat next me. I was friendly and made people feel at ease so whomever the new kid was they ended up with me. Moon first name caused a wave of giggles when Mrs. Hither said it but she seemed unfazed. Her green eyes gleamed with a sense of confidence and self-awareness of a people far beyond her years. She smiled and her freckled cheeks and big tooth grin and I knew then that she had gotten over the silliness about her unusual name and could care less about the laughter. “Hiya there Sophie!” she looked me directly in the eye, shook my hand with a firm grip and conducted herself like a politician running for office. After her sincere smile she faced forward and looked at the teacher with that ready to learn stare. The whole introduction was unnerving but cool too. In that moment I new something was special about her. Throughout the day Moon was the first to raise her hand and answer questions and the room turned from new girl amusement to contempt quickly. The pack of class bullies known as the Triad turned their jealously toward her with each right answer I knew she was headed toward ending her first day at Woodside Elementary with a welcome to the neighborhood ass whooping. At lunch I sat with her so she wouldn’t feel awkward and we hit it off immediately. I found we had lots in common and I new ten minutes in we were going to be friends. I almost forgot the Triad until I caught them glaring over Moon’s shoulder. They leered over their sandwiches and I could tell they were plotting their beating and they were going to included me in from the looks I was getting. She saw the look of fear wrapped across my face and she looked back at them with the biggest big-toothed smile and turned to me and said, “Don’t worry about them.” She said it in the cheeriest voice with a “Stephen King” edge that gave me a chill. “No really, you’re safe.” She touched my hand for reassurance never loosing that big-toothed grin. I found out that she moved in the empty house on the end of Smith Street on my block. We’d be walking home together. At least there’d be two of us to fight them. It still didn’t matter I saw them beat up five girls by themselves and scare away on the mother’s who was coming to their aid. We were going to spend our first walk home together getting our asses kicked not the shared experience I wanted. I could barely concentrate the rest of the day and word spread like fire that there was a fight happening after school. When the Triad’s flying monkey, Jancara Wilson told me in gym class that they were going to get the new girl and me behind the gym after school. How is it every kid in the school hears about a fight but never the adults? Moon seemed unfazed and I thought she was nuts when the 2:30 pm bell rung. My stomach turned and I wanted to throw up and hide. I had made it five years without being a blip on their radar until today. Damn . . .I tried getting her to plan some form of fighting strategy but she grabbed my hand just as she did at lunchtime and with the same calm she said. “I know you’re scared but I promise everything going to be alright.” How crazy is this day is going? Four hours I was just an average fifth grader who got along with everyone. Now I scared shitless walking with a crazy white girl with big teeth and freckles toward the back of the gym to fight three of the school toughest black girls and I’m a Pequot Native American.
This fight was going to look like a bloody United Colors of Benetton ad. Moon grabbed my hand and despite my attempts to brake free she pulled me along like a rag doll and stopped long enough to ask directions to the back of the gym.
We hit the main courtyard and the crowd swelled and followed behind us like hyenas before a major kill. The moment arrived. The Triad lined up looking like a wall of sheer evil. They saw us coming and they became a whirlwind of cursing, threats, neck rolls, and high fives. Finally Moon dropped my hand looked back at me and gave birth to a legend. In slow motion she looked back at me with that smile, whipped that head around, and ran toward them with the most blood curdling yell and she got low as she got closer. Everyone stood still with their jaws dropped including the Triad. They had never fought anyone crazier than themselves but every dog has his day. What I saw next its undefinedable. Moon was heading for the middle girl then suddenly hit Nina the short one to the left with the blond braid in the throat, which made her double over then fall on her fat ass like Humpty Dumpty. Shaskenetta the taller one in the middle made a swing that Moon shook off pushed her forward with a force that had her kissing asphalt before she realized she was down (with no front teeth and broken nose.) Agnes the ringleader took off running leaving her two henchman to take the beating as she escape but Moon didn’t like that plan chased her down and ran along side her. This shook up Shaskenetta so bad she stopped short and fell to her knees. Moon stood in front of her and made that blood-curling scream in her face and ol’ Shaskenetta just covered her head and cried and we later found out wet her pants. Moon stopped yelling shifted back into the happy go lucky mood she began the day with and skipped back in my direction. People moved out of her way quiet except for a little murmuring. She held out her hand for me to take as she surveyed the crowd and said to the hyenas “Anyone else wanna fight.” They parted as she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. Little did I know this was the beginning . . . (To be continued)