The once bustling and cacophonous canteen became as silent as the grave. All heads turned and all eyes darted towards our direction. Peter, the defiant lad landed a punch on my shoulders and shoved me backwards. I crashed into Roy, the infamous 'Iron Man' who yelled at Peter for creating trouble.
It was like adding fuel to the fire. Peter went berserk. He gestured for his buddies to help him. Immediately, his entire gang charged forwards. A fight broke out with the other bunch of boys 'supporting' me. Hurriedly, I lifted myself up and scrambled out of the canteen.
From a safe distance, I witnessed the fight spread like a Sumatran forest fire. A schoolteacher tried to break up the fight but it was already out of hand. The diminutive man was punched, kicked and pushed from all directions. "Poor thing," I muttered aloud.
"Boys! What's going on in the canteen?" A familiar piercing voice pricked my ears. Turning around, I saw Mrs Yeat standing beside me. "There...is...is a ...a...fight!" I stammered, feeling a chill down my spine at the sight of the gorgon.
The combative cubs were caught unawares by the sudden presence of the matronly woman. "Stop your fight N...NO...W...W!" Mrs Yeat boomed across the canteen. The brawl came to a sudden halt.
That day, Peter and Roy were expelled from school. I was also disciplined by Mrs Yeat and had to clean up the mess in the canteen. I regretted my asinine deed: I should have avoided the argument with the notorious bully when he called me a roly-poly boy.
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