[ WP ] You slowly begin to realize that all of what you had been fantasizing about is literally happening .

I'm in the cafeteria eating my lunch. I sit at an empty table. I'm the awkward one in school, the one most people make snide remarks about because I'm an Indian and love comics. I'm the one bullied by the same 3 people; bullied because they consider me an outsider. 
 
 I look across the cafeteria and see her. Her name is Venissa. She's a gorgeous Guyanese girl, one of the most popular in the school. Not only is she pretty, she is intellectual. She is smart, talented, motivated to succeed. Also, many of the popular boys want her. 
 
 I found myself crushing on her a couple weeks ago. We were in our annual senior assembly. She was the student body president and was set to give a speech. She comes to the podium and waits for complete silence. She talks about success and the struggles she had to face as a child. Parents were in jail for multiple drug charges and she was in and out of foster homes. 
 
 She continues to talk and brings up that she too, was timid and anti-social. She talks about how she stood up for herself, how she silenced all her haters. While I was listening to her, I thought that I could do it too. But Carson, Eli, and Fidel thought otherwise. 
 
 These three guys have been best friends for years. They came from rich families. Their parents were all successful businessmen. But they were also racists. They defined themselves as the `` true Americans'' and looked down on everyone who was n't white. Their kids inherited their prejudice. 
 
 I see them walk in. I see them lock eyes with me. I see them walk to my abandoned table. As they walk up, I put all my belonging away, as they have to tendency to throw them into the trash. Carson yells out, `` Baljeet!'' The whole cafeteria looks on now. 
 
 I do n't look up to him. He finds eye contact as a challenge to throw hands, and me being a scrawny Indian kid, would n't stand a chance. Eli and Fidel stand behind me and take turns taking potshots on my head. To any other person, it looks like they are just playfully tapping my head, but it starts to hurt. 
 
 Carson continues to berate me. `` How's your father? How's that useless store of yours? Does your father like it here? I bet you, he wo n't. We will make your life, and your families life hell. Also, did you replace the window we broke last week. Do n't worry, we'll just break it again.'' 
 
 Eli and Fidel snicker and throw in some comments if their own. They continue on for a couple minutes with the whole cafeteria listening. The lunch aides are n't doing anything to help me out; they do n't care what happens as long as a fight does n't break out. 
 
 The whole thing they are insulting me and my family, I'm thinking about Vanessa's speech about hardships and standing up. I'm thinking that it's time. It's time to stand up for myself and my family. 
 
 I look right up to Carson. He is taken back by the vicious glare that's on my face. I slowly stand up face to face and lock eyes with him. With a loud `` ENOUGH,'' I shove Carson with all my strength and he flies back 15 feet into the wall. Eli and Fidel are also pushed back. 
 
 The entire cafeteria is silent. Carson, Eli, and Fidel look horrified. The lunch aides are just staring. I look at my hands in complete bewilderment and then look at Vanessa. She had a sly smirk on her face, and her eyes are gleaming. She gives a slight nod and I feel a surge of confidence in me.
