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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In my 5th year
I was given the duty of corridor monitor, basically stopping the little twats who thought it would be good to run about in the corridors. Anyway, one day I found that a door was broken and I think it was either an 8th year or 9th year approached the door behind me. I shut the door trying to lock it and tell him that it was broken etc. and the bastard picked me up and must have thrown through the door. All I remember is his face filled with rage and disgust. Next thing I know I'm awake in hospital with a gash in my head, several breakages and the need for many stitches. I still can't walk right because of it. He was a fiesty bugger.
*Preceeding story may not be true
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 21:53, Reply)
I was given the duty of corridor monitor, basically stopping the little twats who thought it would be good to run about in the corridors. Anyway, one day I found that a door was broken and I think it was either an 8th year or 9th year approached the door behind me. I shut the door trying to lock it and tell him that it was broken etc. and the bastard picked me up and must have thrown through the door. All I remember is his face filled with rage and disgust. Next thing I know I'm awake in hospital with a gash in my head, several breakages and the need for many stitches. I still can't walk right because of it. He was a fiesty bugger.
*Preceeding story may not be true
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 21:53, Reply)
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