I heard the yelling as I walked out of the copy room.
I saw the pushing a few steps later.
I yelled one girl’s name. “No! Stop!” She didn’t hear me yell her name.
I don’t know which one lunged first, but by the time I got there, they were both on the ground.
Everything happened so fast.
They both had long hair, which worked equally as a disadvantage for each girl but an advantage for the other one.
Two other teachers were there as well. We all tried to pull them apart.
They were so close to the stairs; I worried that they would tumble over.
Our SRO and VP came up. I’ve never heard an officer announce himself like that in real life. “Stop! Police!”
One girl’s boyfriend was recording it. “Put that away!” I shouted, putting my fresh copies in front of the camera. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You should be helping her stop this.”
One of them lost a shoe, her cell phone, and a clump of hair.
A clump of hair the size of a bald spot.
One girl was arrested. One girl was suspended.
Then I had to walk to class, stand tall in my cheetah print heels…and teach.
But first I took a few deep breaths in the hallway and cried a few tears and willed my hands to stop shaking.