School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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My First Fight
I was maybe 6 years old, and around the time I refused to cut my fingernails because I was ar eally lazy kid and I didn't like doing it. Therefore, I had some bigass claws.
Anyway, this other kid who lived down the street had taken to pissing me off at school, every time he saw me. It was all that little stuff that gets to you when youre young, like a shove here, and a comment about poop there.
I was at the breaking point, when one day in gym class he decided to get too clse to me while we were playing some sport involving a lot of balls. I reached over, grabbed his face in both hands, and pulled, leaving 4 bleeding lines on either side of his face from my "claws".
I saw what I did, got afraid the teacher would see and get mad, so I went and got a drink from the changerooms. He followed after with two friends, shoved me one more time while crying, and went and told the principal. Fortunately, I was a teachers pet when I was little and the principal decided I would never do anything bad unless really provoked, so the other kid got in trouble instead of me.
I think he never even said another word to me after that day.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 18:29, Reply)
I was maybe 6 years old, and around the time I refused to cut my fingernails because I was ar eally lazy kid and I didn't like doing it. Therefore, I had some bigass claws.
Anyway, this other kid who lived down the street had taken to pissing me off at school, every time he saw me. It was all that little stuff that gets to you when youre young, like a shove here, and a comment about poop there.
I was at the breaking point, when one day in gym class he decided to get too clse to me while we were playing some sport involving a lot of balls. I reached over, grabbed his face in both hands, and pulled, leaving 4 bleeding lines on either side of his face from my "claws".
I saw what I did, got afraid the teacher would see and get mad, so I went and got a drink from the changerooms. He followed after with two friends, shoved me one more time while crying, and went and told the principal. Fortunately, I was a teachers pet when I was little and the principal decided I would never do anything bad unless really provoked, so the other kid got in trouble instead of me.
I think he never even said another word to me after that day.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 18:29, Reply)
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