~Shakspeare in the Schools: Stage Combat Training~

"Uh! You're wearing the same dress as me!" she spits out, with a disgusted look on her face.   

       "Well I look better in it!" I reply to Melanie. The carribean blue went amazingly with my own blue eyes and long chocolate brown hair. She quite honestly looked gorgeous with her dirty blonde hair and faded blue eyes. But there was no way I was going to let her get away with that attitude. I'd probably bought mine first anyway.             
       The look on her face is priceless until she takes a swing at me. I dodge before her fist can hit my face. I'm appalled! All I did was speak the truth. Now I'm mad. How dare she try to hit me.      
      "I can't believe you just..." Before I can stop myself I take a swing at her stomach and miss. Melanie's face is red and flushed and I know I'm in for it.            
      Melanie takes a step towards me and before I can react, I take a blow to the gut. Pain surges through my stomach as I recoil. People are starting to notice the commotion and are walking over. I ignore the pain, knowing that I can't let her get away with that.      
      "Now you're in for it!" I yell as I lunge towards her. I catch her off balance as my fist strikes her upper left cheek. She hits the ground moaning and holding her face. The battle has obviously been won with me as the reigning champion.             
      "Boom!" I say as I turn to walk away. I hear people behind me helping Melanie up and muttering to themselves. I realize that with this battle I may have just started a war. 

It isn't fair...

      It isn't fair that everyday I have to go to school, eat 3 square meals a day, and that I have a closet full of clothes to choose from. It isn't fair that I know both my parents and have a house to live in. It isn't fair that I have religious freedom and my bible can go wherever I do. It's not fair that I am privileged and blessed with all these things and that while I'm writing this a child somewhere dies of starvation.
      It's twisted that proper clothes are a rarity and that school is just another dream dead. To me it's not fair that kids don't have both parents to love them; that some kids don't even have  parents at all. I feel guilty knowing that I have a warm bed to sleep in while others have to settle for a slab of concrete or a cold alley somewhere. I can't imagine not being able to go to church on Sundays and worship the Lord or not be able to even own a bible. I don't know what I would do. It's not fair. It's just not fair.