Cindy's Amazon Diary: Part 2
by M.C.
Cindy's Junior Year in High School
 
September 3rd
 
Hello again. Since I only used up about half of the pages in this
diary describing my experiences at summer camp, I decided to
continue to post updates peroidically; describing my life as a junior
in high school. It probably won't be anywhere near as interesting as
my summer camp experiences with the Amazons (giggle, giggle)
but who knows?  Well, here's a quick summary of what I've been up
to since I returned home from Camp Sunshine.
 
I resumed my martial arts training. Since I was the youngest black
belt in the dojo's history - male or female - my master said she
thought it would be a good idea for me, a female, to teach the new
beginners class for girls. Although I had never taught before (Jennifer
being the only exception, tee, hee) I decided to give it a try. Maybe I
could instill in these young women - most of whom are only eleven
or twelve years old - the same sense of pride and self-confidence
that I learned when I began studying Tae Kwon Do. I sincerely
believe we need more strong, independent women in the world;
in other words, more Amazons.
 
Amazing as it seems, after only one month I could already see
subtle changes in the behavior of some of these girls. They seem
to be walking a little bit differently, feeling better about themselves.
Watching this happen gives me a great feeling inside.
 
My contact with the other Amazons - Crystal, Jennifer and Robin -
have been mostly through e-mail and the occasional phone call.
Nothing dramatic has happened in their lives since we split up.
Crystal hasn't heard from Ray (well, considering the fact that she
beat him up twice, I guess that's not too surprising is it) but she
keeps hoping.
 
O.K.,  the Labor Day weekend is just about over and tomorrow is
my first day back at school and cheerleading practice. Have to get
up early (groan). Will write again when I have something interesting
to say. Bye for now.
 
September 6th
 
Guess what? You'll never believe it. I couldn't even believe it myself.
Bob transfered to my school, and he's even in two of my classes!
His father got a job promotion over the summer and had to move to
his company's main office which is located right here in my city.
How do I know this? Because my father works for the very same
company and they share an office. Isn't that wierd?
 
For some reason (I wonder why - wink) he didn't seem too happy to
see me. I flashed him my prettiest smile and said "Hello Bob" when
I first saw him. You should have seen the look on his face; shocked
would be an understatement, giggle. So far he's done his best to
ignore me but I don't think he'll be able to keep it up for long; we are,
after all, in two classes together and his locker is located only a few
feet away from mine.
 
Seeing as he's new in school and doesn't have any friends here, I'm
tempted to just go over to him and say something like," hey Bob,
why don't we just forget about what happened this past summer and
start all over," but somehow I don't think he's ready for that - a little
later perhaps, but not now. Anyway, I'll keep you informed. Signing
off now.
 
September 14th
 
UUAAGGHH ! Why do men have to be so DIFFICULT ?  What is it
about their stupid pride that makes them impossible? Today Bob
got into a shoving match with Rick Davis, the biggest, strongest boy
on the football team. I don't know how it started (knowing boys it could
have been something as simple as looking at someone the wrong way
or as serious as accidentally brushing shoulders as they passed each
other in the hallway) but when I went to my locker I saw a crowd of
students gathered around them. Bob was in his martial arts stance.
He was trying to look brave but I could see how scared he really was.
His hands were shaking as Rick got ready to pounce on him. At 230
muscular pounds - Bob couldn't have weighed more than 180 at the
most - Rick would have creamed him for sure. Bob's martial arts skills
were no where near good enough to make up the difference. So guess
what? Little Miss goody-two-shoes had to get herself involved.
 
"Please break this up boys."
 
"This doesn't concern you Cindy," Rick replied angrily,"it's between
me and the new freak here."
 
"If you're caught fighting in school you'll be suspended and won't be
elgible to play football this Friday night Rick. Central High is tough
and we need you in there. As a cheerleader, I'll have less to cheer
about if you don't play, (O.K. I admit it, it was corny but hey, I was
under pressure here so cut me some slack). So please guys, just
settle down."
 
No good; Rick seemed determined to fight. It was time for action. I
moved in-between them and stood directly in front of Rick. In a loud
and firm voice I said,"Rick, back down, NOW!"...and back down he
did. Now, you may think that a six foot-four inch, 230 pound football
player wouldn't be afraid of anyone in school, least of all a five
foot-five
inch 125 pound girl. But Rick had learned from a previous experience
with me that when I spoke to him in that tone of voice, he'd better do
as I say; which he wisely did.
 
"O.K. Cindy," he said in a deep, stoic tone which indicated to me
that he was trying to back out of the confrontation without losing face
before the other students, "I'll let this creep off the hook...this
time."
 
"Why thank you Rick," I politely responded. I allowed everyone to think
that it was his magnanimous behavior that prevented the fight between
us, rather that the fact that he knew I'd kick his ass if we had fought.
I know that because I'd done it before...but that's another story.
 
After Rick stormed off I turned to Bob who was still in his martial arts
stance, and still shaking. "You can relax now Bob, he's gone."
 
"I didn't need your help you know," he blustered (pretty tough talk
considering that Rick was already halfway down the hall by now and
couldn't hear a word he said) "I could have handled him myself."
(Yea...right).
 
I looked at him for a few moments, then sighed."O.K. Bob, whatever you
say."
 
"No, really Cindy; I could have taken that guy. Next time just keep out
of
it."
 
I just turned around and walked back to my locker. Why did I even bother
?
 
As I'm writing this down now I'm asking myself, do I really like this
guy?
Or do I just feel guilty because of what me and my fellow Amazons did to
him and his friends over the summer. I mean, he's cute and all but do I
really need to deal with his macho ego problems? Why does life have to
be so damn complicated? I'm going to bed now, good night.
 
October 7th
 
Great news! Crystal recieved a phone call from Ray. I can hardly believe
it! What happened is, Ray's high school football team (on which he's the
starting middle linebacker) is traveling to play Crystal's school and he
wanted to know if he could see her after the game. Isn't that just too
cool?
Hell, she kicked his ass twice - not to mention the humiliation she put
him
through the second time - and he calls her up!  Way to go Crystal and, I
should also add, Ray.
 
My Tae Kwon Do lessons are going very well. My master says I should
be ready to take the test for my second degree black belt very soon.
But I have to admit that it's the course that I teach which gives me the
most satisfaction. Watching how these young women have grown in
self-confidence in the two months I've been training them has been an
amazing experience for me. My master told me that I too would grow as
a person once I began to teach others, and - as always - she was right.
 
Regarding Bob, nothing much has changed since that little *incident*
in the school hallway. He seems to be doing his best to keep me at
arms length. A few days ago I happened to run into Rick after school.
Since we were both alone, I warned him to keep his hands off Bob.
"What's gotten into you Cindy?" he asked, "it's not like you're dating
that clown. In fact, I haven't seen you with anybody since we broke up
last June."
 
"That's none of your damn business Rick" I said, suddenly flush with
anger."And by-the-way, we didn't *break up*, you dumped me so that
you could get back together with Janet, remember?"
 
"Remember? Remember? How could I forget Miss Kung-fu? You kicked
my ass for that."
 
"Yes I did Rick, because you deserved it. Pretending to like me just to
make your ex-girlfriend jealous. How can you be so cruel? You used a
naive 16 year-old girl like a pawn in your chess game with Janet. Well,
I learned my lesson. You're just lucky I was able to restrain myself or
else you'd be playing football on crutches this season. Now, I'm only
going to say this to you once tough guy: if you ever so much as lay a
finger on Bob you'll have to answer to me, is that clear?" I made a fist
and slammed it hard into a near-by brick wall to make my point ( I can
be pretty persuasive when I need to be). As I watched him walk off in
silence I shouted," Oh, and one more thing, it's Miss Tae Kwon Do;
not Kung - fu."
 
Well, at least Crystal heard from Ray. Now if only Bob would chill out.
Boys, you can't live with them, you can't live without them. Bye for now.
 
End of part 2