ChloeTzang
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Yes, but even that you can choreograph. The confusion. The hesitation. The blows from nowhere. I've done one so far where my character had no idea of how to fight ... so in the interests of providing a probably not that good example.....
...The Chua bitch turned the color of a white sheet. “You little bitch.” Her voice was a snarl. “I’m just trying to do you a favor here, but if you want to….
“Bite me,” I snarled right back at her.
“That’s it,” the Chua bitch yelled, half standing.
“Jay-Lin,” Ginny wailed, grabbing my arm just as the Chua bitch went to slap me. Ginny’s hand pulled me off balance. The Chua bitch’s hand hit my cheek with a smack that sounded down the length of the bus, knocking me back down into the seat. Next second she was half over the back of the seat trying to hit me and pull my hair while I covered my head with my arms. Ginny was screaming and yelling. The Chua bitch was screaming. Half the bus was yelling.
“Stop it … stop it.” I could hear myself screaming. I was terrified, crying. She wouldn’t stop hitting me. She just kept on and on and I couldn’t do anything because Ginny kept getting in the way when I tried to get my arms up to push the Chua bitch away.
“Quit it Pauline,” someone was yelling as well. One of the Chua bitch’s friends was grabbing her, pulling her back. Without the Chua bitch hitting me, I had enough room to give Ginny a push to get her off me. I was still crying but now I was mad as well. That Chua bitch’d hit me and hit me and pulled my hair and slapped me and I wasn’t taking that. Scared as I was, I went straight for her, punching her in the nose as hard as I could.
I’d never been in a fight before but I knew you hit with a fist, you didn’t slap like a girl. I’d watched enough Hong Kong Kung Fu movies to know that. I was mad and I really hit her as hard as I could. Owwwww! My fist hurt. My wrist hurt. My arm hurt. Jesus! But the Chua bitch’s nose squashed and spurted blood. Well, she had a nose like a pug dog to start with anyhow. Now it was just a bit flatter. She screamed, shook herself loose and went for me again. I punched her again, both arms windmilling as fast as I could, trying to hit her while she hammered away at me.
I was seeing red, so angry and so furious that my vision had tunneled in on the Chua bitch and no one else. She was hitting me but I didn’t care. I just wanted to hit her as hard as I could. And I did, or at least, I tried. Again and again. Hands grabbed at me. Grabbed my arms. I tried to break free, to hit the bitch again but those hands were too big and too strong and they were hurting my wrists. Someone was yelling at me, pulling me back. Mr. Durkowitz was on the bus pulling the Chua bitch away from me so I couldn’t reach her.
Jesus. Where had all these teachers come from?
“Jay-Lin Liu. Pauline Chua. Stop this disgraceful nonsense at once. Both of you come to my office. Now! You too Virginia Chow, Amanda Wong, I want to see all four of you. The rest of you, go to your classes.”
