The slide, the burns and the bully.

Most of the people have their best days in their kindergarten. Not me.

I had a best friend then. She was the only one who weighed more than me, and the duo terrorized the whole class. I was her silent partner, her shadow. I reminded them my existence only when it was needed. 

She was absent one day and the world seemed empty. No one to play with. No one to laugh with. I became a loner from a bully that day.

I sneaked out of the class and went down the steep stairs with cautious little steps. I reached the play-ground and immediately regretted. It was too hot. Hot, Hot, Hot.

But, the kids were all playing. How? I felt left alone...discarded. I had to do something. I am not someone, who sits in a classroom because she has no friends to play with. I don’t need anyone to have fun!

My eyes scanned the whole play-ground for a place to play! There was none. Everything was occupied…my favourite swings, the see saw…everything! Then I found it… THE SLIDE! It was empty. Why no one is using it? Blah!

It was made of metal, which spiralled down the wooden stairs that we use to reach the top. There were two slides, one a smaller one and the other bigger which spiralled two times. I went for the bigger one; I was in the mood for action! Growl

I went up the stairs. It was windy up there. My skirt rode up when I sat on the slide for my downward movement. Then I heard two sounds.

One was a hiss, which came when my backside made contact, with the scalding metal.

Second one was a high pitched agonized scream from my own throat.

And then before I can think, I was speeding downwards on the slide…

I was screaming the whole time, and in those agonizing moments...I realised that the slide doesn’t have a breaking system. I have to bear it until I reach the bottom. That damn thing spirals twice!

My scream had gathered the whole school and my teachers were waiting for my arrival with a bucket of water. The teacher yanked me out, and then I felt the gush of cold water over my burned bum. A sigh of relief escaped my lips…

But another pain claimed me immediately when I heard their laughter. Everyone saw my burned bum. Everyone laughed at my burned bum.

I was taken to my home immediately. As they laid me down, I wanted to know what exactly happened to my bum. Is there anything left there? I tried to twist and look at my back. My aunty understood what I was trying to do and she showed me the underpants I was wearing. It was torn where it matters the most. Everyone saw my naked burned bum.

The news spread like wild fire. Then I was known as the bully with the burned bum.