My McDonalds Fist Fight

It was my last day of school of my ninth grade year. I remember it like it was yesterday. The bell rang for school to get out and me and my friends were heading down the connecting road that lead from the school to McDonald's to get some ice cream. We got as far as the LDS Seminary building and the "Stoner" girls were standing there waiting. I hung around with one of the girls at the beginning of the school year, but she wasn't my type, so I stopped hanging around her. Her name was Gale. I remember she walked up to me and told me she wanted to fight because "I stole all her friends away." It was such a dumb reason and I told her that. She told me that if I didn't fight her, then I would have to fight "Shannon." OK, well this "Shannon" just stood there...towering over me and I was shaking so bad. My friends seemed to lose there senses and kinda stepped away, leaving me on my own. Gale pushed me and I knew I right then that I had two choices. Run or fight. I was a girlie girl. I couldn't even play sports because I was so uncoordinated! There wasn't really anywhere to run, so I shoved her back. Although I didn't know it, we were attracting quite a crowd around us. Including boys. I just felt frightened and humiliated. How could my last day of school take this kind of turn for the worse? She shoved  me and I shoved and then it all happened super fast. It turned into a huge "cat fight!" She was clawing me and I was clawing her. I remember feeling dizzy because I was so scared. I shoved her and she fell down on the curb where there was a parked car. She hit her head on the hub cap of the tire and she tried to get up and I pounced on her. The next thing you know...I'm sitting right on her and she is clawing me and I clawed her shirt. All at once, her shirt flew open, buttons flying and there she is with her shirt wide open, showing here entire bra! The boys all started cheering, need I say more. We both got up at the same time and she was so embarrassed, as she tried to fix her shirt. I turned around at that moment and headed for the school. It was done and I won. But I didn't feel like a winner. I was crying. My friends consoled me as we got into the school. I remember that evening clearly. My mom wasn't home when I got home from school that day. I waited. I heard her truck pull into the drive way and I ran to her. As she opened her door, I burst into her arms and cried like a baby! It was my first and only fight. I fought hard and I fought dirty. Dirty, as in tearing off her clothes!  Ha ha! I laugh about that often. I will never forget the look on her face when her buttons popped off her shirt! I never did make it to McDonald's that day...