Down in the Mud in my Mackintosh

by Crinckly-Mack

Now that Diana and I were friends, and dancing partners, there was a downside - she had always been unpopular at school, especially with the boys, as she was regarded as bossy, and some of this "rubbed off" on me, as we spent all our playtimes together. Hence, I became embroiled in more fights as her "champion"! One I recall especially. It was just after we had had our sitting for lunch, and I entered the separate part of the playground where by "unwritten law", girls and jumior boys were not allowed to play. Diana had "trespassed" looking for me and 3 boys were surrounding her threateningly, 2 of them holding her, in her mackintosh, by the arms. I rushed over and tried to release her but the 3rd boy, quite a bit taller than me, seized me and as we fought he bent me over into a crouch with my body under his and my legs bent and knees apart, so that the hem of my gaberdine crumpled on the ground. My arms were clamped under my chest. held there by his arms around me. Suddenly he took one arm away to punch me, and I managed to free one arm, grasp one of his legs and twist him over so he released me, fell and rolled over on the ground. He got to his feet, rushed at me and pushed me backwards till I was standing with my bottom up against a raised flowerbed at the side of the playground. He lifted me up so I was sitting on the paving slabs edging the flowerbed, and then forced me back and down so I was lying on the soil, with the backs of my knees against the edge of the slab, and my lower legs hanging down. He leant forward and seized my arms and pinned me there, so that I couldn't sit up. I lay there helpless in my mac - the lovely new long one described in "My Life..". Then....."Take off her mackintosh!" he ordered, and I clearly heard the rustling as Diana struggled, but to no avail. One of the other boys then threw her mackintosh, rubber side down, over the top of my face, head and body, smothering me completely; my assailant moved his hands quickly to seize and pin down my arms under the folds of the mackintosh. Fortunately, one of the sets of ventilation holes under the arms was close to my mouth and nose and I could breath in fresh air, because I was pinned there for over 45 minutes. Obviously, I was in ecstacy, and wished my humiliation might never end! At last the bell went for afternoon classes, and he released his hold on me. Diana lifted off her mackintosh and quickly put it back on, before throwing her arms round my neck and kissing me firmly on the lips. This clearly marked me out as "her boy", and increased the hostility towards me, because, at that age, many boys regarded kissng a girl as the mark of a cissy.

One afternoon, the next week, I stayed behind with Diana after school to help her finish a job for the headmistress. When we finished she said she had a reward for me. She had brought to school in a shoulder bag the big brown mackintosh I had worn for my punishment. She teasingly dressed me in it, taking my gaberdine and putting it in her shoulder bag. We did not expect to meet any of my classmates while walking home but we did, at a place where there was an area of muddy ground next to the footpath. I was challenged over my wearing of the mackintosh, as a sign of being a cissy, as well as a boy who kissed a girl. Although Diana tried to take the blame, I was forced to prove I was not a cissy by attacking another boy I shall call PK, who was being "picked on" during the walk home. I rushed at him and, as he was somewhat smaller than me, I had no difficulty in taking him down into the mud with my mackintosh spread out either side of him. Diana was held by 2 boys so she couldn't interfere with what followed. Suddenly, as Diana cried "*****, look out!", Brown (the boy who defeated David) charged at me, dived at me and plucked me off PK to roll over, with legs and mackintosh skirts flailing, into the mud myself. He straddled me and pinned my arms in the mud. Then, PK got his revenge on me by pressing my legs and mackintosh into the sticky mud. I was pinned down for over 20 minutes, until all the others left, and I could get up - I was covered in mud from head to toe, and horrified at the state of Diana's mackintosh, but she told me not to worry and took me to her house. She told her mother I had fought to protect her and her mother cleaned the mackintosh and my muddied shorts and gave me a bath and then tea as a reward, after phoning my mother so she wouldn't be worried as to where I was. No mention was made of my fight so my mother was never aware of the state I was in after it, and I appeared quite normal when I got home.

Crinckly-Mack.

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