Skate or Die - The Crazy Chronicles of Sieglinde Krüger

Ziggy sat in the principal's office across the principal, a friend of her mother's, another former hippie blind to Germany's real issues who thought that they all lived in one multicultural Utopia, where peace and love was the order of the day and believed firmly in Angela Merkel's 'Wir schaffen das!'-plan for Europe. Screw the mass-harrassment by refugee men that happened in Köln on New Year's Eve right? Or the people murdered by islamic terrorists on the Christmas markets in Germany and the rest of Europe. Girls murdered and raped across the continent by refugess all while the native Europeans had to sit by and have their governments tell them it was their duty to take in refugees. While the sick and elderly in Germany barely had a roof over their had a small pension, any new arrived refugee would get double, and a roof and food over their head all paid for by the German taxpayers.

But hey, things were just fine! And it was the Germans' solemn duty to sit by and smile and bring their money by wheelbarrow. At least, that's the kind of thinking the woman sitting across from Ziggy believed in. And now Ziggy had committed the most heinous crime possible; she had beaten up Malika, a girl with a migrant background from Morocco. Someone who on a regular basis liked to call Ziggy 'Helga the nazi bitch' because of her blond hair she always wore in a braid. Ziggy ignored her for the most part but after outing a smartass comeback involving Malika's bad grades for history, Malika had gotten violent, throwing the first punch and knocking Ziggy briefly to the ground. When Gitte came to her defense, she too was knocked back hitting her head against a valve from a fire hydrant on the wall.

It hadn't mattered for Ziggy whether or not Malika was a migrant girl. All she saw was one of her best friends get hurt and it ignited a flame in her eyes, which had turned into a blind rage. She had jumped Malika and literally wiped the floor with her until they pulled Ziggy off Malika. They had brought Ziggy immediately to the principal's office. Ziggy didn't care though, she had done what she needed to which was protect a friend. If someone touched them, all bets were off and Ziggy lost control. She already knew her mother would give her an earful as well, and that the punishment at home would be nothing compared to the ones she'd get from the school.

Meanwhile the principal was preaching and Ziggy had zoned out. Her thoughts were with Gitte and she could care less about Malika. Bitch could be dead for all she cared, she'd gladly go to jail for that. She'd be there what? 5 years? 3 with good behavior? Germany wasn't like America where you'd never see the light of day again if you killed someone. And the jails were a joke too. People in jail were better off than people in a retirement home and a common joke around Germans was that their retirement plan was to kill someone who had it coming and then live the rest of their life out in comfort in jail for free.

"Have you any idea what's happening with Malika now!?" the principal asked Ziggy. "The paramedics said she's gonna need stitches!"

"Don't care." Ziggy said. "How's Gitte?"

As far as her 'punishment' from school went, Ziggy got a week suspension and she couldn't play on the volleyball team for three games, which was bullshit in her eyes. Malika was probably gonna go scot-free despite hurting Gitte. Ziggy's mother had taken her phone but she had used Hannah's to check in on Gitte. Her friend had gotten stitches too and a concussion to boot but was otherwise okay. Gitte laughed hard when Ziggy told her the principal said she'd get sued for racially motivated battery and said if that would happen she'd sue Malika for the very same thing, and would function as a character witness on Ziggy's trial but only after tattooing a big ass swastika on Ziggy's forehead.

That's how ridiculous a half-Namibian girl thought the principal's politically correct policy was. Gitte had never gotten the same kind of 'special' treatment the way the other migrant kids had gotten. She didn't want it either. Her father was a white German and her mother was a fullblood Namibian, but they tended to forget her African heritage because apart from a German first name, Gitte had a German last name as well. Her features were white as well, she just had a bit darker skin. Often Gitte would say something like "Is it because I'm black?" and then Ziggy or someone else would respond with something smartass like "Please, you're barely brown!" Gitte didn't care. Her friends loved her for who she was, not because of her skin color. And the whole politically correct culture made Gitte uncomfortable as well. She didn't want any special treatment because she was half-black and would start to feel awkward if anyone offered it to her.

Unfortunately at the dinner table, Ziggy's deed was the talk of the day. Her father more or less had been sympathetic to what Ziggy did, understanding she wanted to protect her friend but didn't approve she used violence in order to do so. Her mother however only had eye that Ziggy had beaten up a migrant girl and raged on about it. Not so much that Ziggy used violence, which according to her mom on Facebook is only permitted against police, but that she used it against Malika, who was of Moroccan descend. Ziggy looked at her sister Hannah, who secretly winked at her while drinking from her glass of cola. This gave Ziggy the incent to start discussing with her mother.

"Yeah but Mom, let's not forget in using violence against Malika, I was able to save Gitte, who like we all know is half-Namibian!" Ziggy said. "Safe to say that cancels it out right?"

"Oh please spare me!" Ziggy's mom, Petra, said. "That girl was born and raised here!"

Ziggy's father bashed his fists on the table. He had enough. "ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!" he said, being tired of his oldest daughter and his wife arguing yet another time. "Petra, Sieglinde defended her friend and it doesn't matter against who! Sieglinde, you're gonna use your time at home to do something productive and discussing with your mother is not one of those things. Now I've had enough of both of you! Can we eat in peace please without politics spoiling my appetite yet another time!?"

A part of Ziggy wanted to tell her dad it was her mother who somehow made everything political but she decided to keep her mouth shut for her father's sake. Her mother appeared like she was going to say another thing but the only reason she shut up was because she knew she was going to be the bad one if she continued the discussion with her husband.

Oh, how lovely family life was at the Krüger house.