It was a B day, and since Sam moved away, I had no choice but to sit in my emo corner. Unfortunately, someone's shoes were sitting in a grocery bag on the table I usually eat at. There were four little tables against that wall, so I decided to sit at the one next to it. Some kind of weird instinctual thing told me to sit on the side opposite of my usual table. I then got up to get my food. The featured entree was grilled cheese, which I guess was okay. Otherwise, I'd have to get a gross sub or salad, or wait in line for fifteen minutes for semi-decent pizza. I walked over to the grilled cheese line, and to my dismay found Courtney and her boyfriend, Brian standing right in front of me (they were actually supposed to be in the pizza line, but they were hanging out on the edge of it for some reason). Courtney turns around and says to Brian, "Look behind you; it's Kim." Then Brian looks over his shoulder, and Courtney starts giggling like a moron. After that she started saying things about me to Brian... I couldn't quite catch every word she said, even though she was practically shouting them out right in front of me. "... in Spanish class ... she's creepy ..." If I had no concern for my personal records, she and I would probably be the ones involved in the fight the title refers to. But I did nothing but give her the dirtiest look I could muster.
I grabbed a sandwich, an apple, and a carton of chocolate milk and paid for them, frustrated thoughts tumbling about in my mind. I then sat down at my table and started eating, trying to brainstorm ways I could get Courtney to piss off. Perhaps I could arrive early to Spanish class and casually drop a thoughtfully written letter on her desk. She'd probably just show it to all her friends and giggle that stupid way she does, so it probably wasn't even worth it to try. Maybe I could try reporting her to a teacher? No, teachers never do anything about bullying, so that idea was hopeless as well. Around that time, the people who had claimed my usual table arrived; three girls I didn't recognize. They put their food down on the table but didn't sit down. Two of them were having a heated conversation, which I wasn't really paying attention to due to my daydreaming. I think it might've had to do something with boyfriends and sex, which seemed rather typical. It soon evolved into a full blown argument, and then they started flinging cusses at each other. Then, one of the girls slugged the other, and she retaliated with an attack of her own. All of the sudden, cheers erupted throughout the cafeteria. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" I looked on in disgust; they considered this brawl to be a source of entertainment. They were acting like spectators to a boxing match or something, and they had no concern for the actual reason these girls resorted to fighting. It was undoubtedly stupid and unnecessary; definitely not worthy of a brawl. I was angry at both groups of people.
They continued to battle, and they slammed into my table, pushing it backwards a few feet. I was suddenly really glad I chose to sit on the side opposite of them; otherwise, I probably could've gotten hurt as well. They ripped out chunks of each others' hair, punching and grabbing at each other viciously like wild animals. The third girl tried to jump in and break up the fight, but that didn't get anywhere. The lady who ran the snack stand just watched in either surprise or what might've been amusement, not bothering to try interfering. Eventually, two lunch ladies appeared and broke them up, dragging them away from each other. The girls continued to try attacking each other in their grasp. They were removed from the cafeteria, and a frenzied uproar broke out among the other students. People continued to talk about the fight for the rest of the day. That was the first fight I've ever spectated in the high school, aside from a few minor scuffles in the hallways. I don't understand why people make such a big deal out of situations like this and glorify them as if they were sporting events or something. I mean, I enjoy writing about violent things, watching violent shows, and playing violent video games. Of course, the violence in all of these instances is obviously fictional. But when violence occurs in the real world, it's something else entirely. Fits of violence like this shouldn't be treated like spectacles, no matter what the reason for the fight. It's wrong and uncalled for, and it's not something I want to witness in school.