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STORYTIME: How I Got Into A FIGHT Over A Stolen Diary In 7th Grade.
Alright, brace yourselves because this one’s a wild ride.
So, I was 12 years old, minding my own business
, sitting with my friends at lunch like any normal day, right?
And then, out of nowhere, I noticed this girl, Amanda, just staring at me.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, people stare, whatever. But then she walked up to me, and I could tell something was off.
She was tearing up, like, full-on crying, and
before I could even process what was going on, she just blurted out:
“Give me back my diary!” I was completely confused. I mean, I had no idea what
she was talking about. Why would I steal her diary?
But before I could even say anything,
this girl just snatched my backpack off my back like a madwoman.
And let me tell you, I wasn’t about to just stand there and let her steal my backpack,
so I slapped her across the face.
And the look on her face? Priceless. She gasped, then, of course,
screamed like I had just committed a crime and started crying,
then literally pounced on me like an animal with rabies. Like, who even does that??
She was pulling my blonde hair, and I swear she ripped out one of my unicorn earrings
(which was like my prized possession, okay?) and it hurt like a bxtch. At that point,
I was mad. Like, really mad. I wasn’t gonna let her get away with this,
so I pushed her off me and slammed her head into the lunch table.
She looked at me like I had just committed murder or something.
But nope, she wasn’t done. She grabbed my hair again,
and next thing I know, she was shaking me like a rag doll,
trying to spin me around. Now, y’all, at this point, my hair was EVERYTHING.
I was 12, and I had the perfect blonde locks. Messing with my hair was a
straight-up crime. I was livid, about to snap.
Before I could make my move, though, some teacher came running over,
trying to break it up. But guess what? I wasn’t having it. I kicked the teacher’s shin
(I know, I know, troublemaker vibes), and I went right back to Amanda, who
was now trying to run away.
I wasn’t letting her get away. I was beyond furious at this point.
I literally jumped over lunch tables, running after her and screaming my head off.
This girl had the nerve to make me look like the bad guy,
and I wasn’t going to just let her walk away.
Eventually, I caught up to her, and I shoved her to the
ground with everything I had. I was about to beat her ass,
but thankfully, some students stepped in and managed to pull me off her.
I was so mad, though, I could’ve kept going. It was chaos.
So, what happened after? Yeah, I got suspended for a month.
Not even kidding. My parents were so mad, they took away my iPad and my
TV privileges, and of course, they gave me a good ol' belt spanking on my ass.
Yeah, that was fun. 🙄
Lesson learned? Never mess with my hair or my stuff,
and don’t accuse me of stealing your diary when I’m clearly not the thief.
But yeah, 7th grade me was a hot mess.
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