Katniss Everdeen (girltheseus) wrote in valarnet, @ 2012-04-05 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | corin prince, katniss everdeen, roy harper (red arrow) ii |
The best possible use for a blog is to explain things that happened to me that I need to tell the entire world but can't tell more than once without my sides splitting, right? I'm not sure, entirely, if the side-splitting is from tears or laughter. It's from something.
See, we don't live in the best part of town. Far from the worst -- my friend Corin will tell you all about that -- but not really the best, and one time I was walking home from where my ride home from practice's car broke down, because I had to get Prim to bed properly as our mother was stuck on yet another night shift (the problem with having a psychotic break, apparently, is that even when you get your medical license back you get terrible hours. My ride home was fine, and she got AAA to help her, I believe. Irrelevant, though, to the story. I just didn't want anybody to worry, and of course I do have to keep my public in mind. (Can you hear the snort? Good.)
Long story short -- though it is already rather long -- I got mugged.
Or rather I got attempted mugged, because I still had my bow and arrows on me, and the man came at me thinking I had money or something, or maybe he was going to rape me, or maybe he was just planning on selling my pay-as-you-go Wal-Mart cell phone that may have been worth $50 at that point. He came at me fast.
I drew and shot him in the leg.
Obviously I wasn't thinking clearly, because they're not the type of arrow you use for hunting (I know, I have those too, I like hunting in my nonexistent copious spare time -- Gale really likes hunting and I go with him often as a friends thing. I'm better with a bow than he is. He can't stand it) and so you shouldn't be shooting people with them either (not that I endorse shooting people with hunting arrows, mind you) and also, well, I shot someone, period, instead of, I don't know, actually, maybe if I had been thinking clearly I would have still shot him. I must've been thinking clearly enough to aim for the leg.
He fell down, and suddenly there was a mugger, bleeding everywhere, and I was really glad I had that pay-as-you-go Wal-Mart cell phone that was maybe worth $50, because I had to call 911. And say I almost got mugged and I defended myself and shot a man in the leg -- oh, no, officer, not with a gun, with an arrow, yes, I'm an archer, no, I'm not kidding, yes that is a professional sport -- and I had to go back to my little sister so could they please hurry.
Due to being a welfare kid, I've always had some disdain for the police. The food stamps line is kind of awful all the time and the repeated screenings for everything in the world when we just want to recertify for MediCal is exhausting. But this wasn't so bad. I didn't even get cited. I got commended for defending myself.
Prim's still terrified to go outside, two days later, but tomorrow is Monday and she's got to go to school, so hopefully she'll get past that.