Bully Girl: “Oh, this bitch is stupid. Is you stupid?”
So I started cracking jokes, and I’d bark like a dog. ͳey
started laughing, and then they started making fun of my
hair.
Bully Girl: “You funny-looking, do anybody ever do
your hair?”
Tiffany: “No, I got Raggedy Ann hair. ͳis hair, you
can’t comb it. It breaks combs.”
I thought that if I made these girls laugh, they wouldn’t
beat me up. ͳey’d let me be the goofy one in the crew or
something. But that didn’t really work.
Bully Girl: “Yeah, they’re about to lock these doors.
When they lock these doors, that’s it. You trapped in
here with us.”
Tiffany: “Oh yeah, we’re going to be trapped? It’s
going to be like we in an Indiana Jones movie.”
Bully Girl: “Ahhh bitch, we is still going to beat your
ass . . . but you funny.”
My social worker came and got me after two days and
took me to a home. It was oĉ of Normandy and 128th,
which is the hood. ͳis lady was so ghetto, but her house
was so dope.