When I look back on it, I've had quite a lot of school fights.
I remember one rather enjoyable fight that I had with this nice lad called Ben. It didn't last long, but basically I punched him round the head and he ran off crying holding his hand over his face, screaming "My eye is falling out!".

I loled ;) Funnily enough we weren't bad friends before or after that, although I bullied him a bit because I was a wanker, but then he used to lie about all kinds of things, so in a way he deserved it.

Another time me and a friend who I'd never even crossed words with had a fight for no reason at all. I threw a punch, he spun round and I hit him on the back of the head. My hand felt odd for the rest of the day after that and I couldn't write a thing. Turns out I fractured my bone (in my lil' finger, aww) on his head :(

There was a guy in my class who said you had to pay for air in China or somewhere. Everyone laughed and my mates spurred me on, then we had a fight. What pissed me off is that he scratched the crap out of me, the pussy. We got sent to the headmasters office and the headmaster took his side, even though my face was red and scratched and bits of my skin were lodged under his nails! Bastard...


That's about it. I had a few other fights, jumped on the largest guy in the year, got thrown at a damned spikey wall in primary school by my best mate, got flung across concrete by the same guy (what a friend..!) and accidentally cracked a guy's tooth... Man I was a little bastard now that I think about it.
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