I always was a thin person, I was as tall as all the other guys in elementary just 30lbs or so lighter. My sister is a bit more burly making her heavier than me and was taller then me up until freshman year of highschool.

We had the usual sibling fights which majority of the time resulted in her simply sitting on me or using her weight to her advantage. She was more developed, heavier, and taller. So for a long time I got punked growing up which resulted in some weird intimidation.

I had a best buddy all throughout Elementary School. My best buddy I’ll call “J” was a tad shorter than me but definitely beat me in the weight department by a significant amount. This adds to my horrible decision making.

We were playing basketball at our after school program and you know things got very intense. It was like a 3 on 3 or something, outside on a gloomy “grey” day.

My team accused “J” and his team of a foul/violation (I think kickball) and since things were heated we all made some bad decisions. Either “J” booted the ball with all his might then I did something to make him mad or I provoked him by doing something else.

But “J” being the chubby hulk he was gave me a good push, and I mean he fully threw me off balance which was a step away from slapping the concrete. Again I was much lighter than “J” and I couldn’t do anything because we were in the same ballpark strength wise but he was basically un-moveable.

This is when all the years of being bullied by my sister kicked in, I was tired of my size leading to me getting punked around.. I was so intimidated and mixed with the intense emotions of a heated basketball game, which lead me to do something I pretty much had no choice.

I cocked my fist downward like a catapult about tk slang a massive Boulder. I used every muscle fiber in my body, and produced the strongest blow I myself didn’t even know was possible. My uppercut made direct contact with “J’s” gut and I felt my hand sink into his belly. I swore I could’ve ripped out his left lung.

He immediately went silent and started suffering, I guess when I punched him nobody saw. A class a grade higher was walking by in the distance and I was trying to not let them catch wind of what happened. I was crapping bricks because this was my first time doing something of the sort.

When “J” walked over to the teacher I had to confess because he still couldn’t talk. He was still basically gasping for air. Some of my friends nearby looked at me as if I was a menace to society or a murderer. I got sent to the Library and since it was in after school program I got some weird yellow write up. It even asked me if I wanted them to alert my parents, I obviously checked off no. So that’s how I got a slap on the wrist for almost punching a hole through “J” because he intimidated me with his weight.

I apologize “J”.