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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When I was about eight:
there was a boy at school who seemed to find it very amusing head-butting me at every break for about a week. Right up the nose, every time, and as far as I remember, I have always hated anybody touching my nose - even gently. I never managed to even slap the twat back.
So one day I decided to ask some help from a few mates, being the tiny girl I have always been. I am not sure how this happened but I think some boys grabbed him and I remember battering his back with my clenched fists like a lunatic. Thinking of it now I am glad I didn't kill him or broke his spine; I was so fucking pissed off with him.
He never raised an eyebrow on me ever after, the bastard.
( , Tue 14 Mar 2006, 10:03, Reply)
there was a boy at school who seemed to find it very amusing head-butting me at every break for about a week. Right up the nose, every time, and as far as I remember, I have always hated anybody touching my nose - even gently. I never managed to even slap the twat back.
So one day I decided to ask some help from a few mates, being the tiny girl I have always been. I am not sure how this happened but I think some boys grabbed him and I remember battering his back with my clenched fists like a lunatic. Thinking of it now I am glad I didn't kill him or broke his spine; I was so fucking pissed off with him.
He never raised an eyebrow on me ever after, the bastard.
( , Tue 14 Mar 2006, 10:03, Reply)
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