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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primary school
When i was at primary school i was an exceptionally small little girl for my age and didn't get into any real fights because a) the fact that I could draw well was a Season Survival Ticket, that made me "ok" with all the tough, stupid fuckers, and b) because I was so fucking tiny and pathetic-looking, getting involved in a fight with me could only result in my death.
My primary school was a little Roman-Catholic one with a lot of disabled, mentally retarded and foreign kids (it was popular for being "open-minded").
There was this bulky Russian kid with little slits for eyes who had never liked me much but was largely indifferent to me and I to him. One of my "friends" told me, one day, to go up to him and tell him that he had a "spare-tyre". At the time I didn't know what a "spare tyre" was, but for some stupid reason I went up to him and delivered the message. He got me up against a sandstone wall and kicked the shit out of me for about ten minutes.
Later in the day I left a chocolate spread sandwich on his chair and he spent the rest of the day looking like he'd shat himself.
Fucking asshole.
( , Thu 16 Mar 2006, 20:43, Reply)
When i was at primary school i was an exceptionally small little girl for my age and didn't get into any real fights because a) the fact that I could draw well was a Season Survival Ticket, that made me "ok" with all the tough, stupid fuckers, and b) because I was so fucking tiny and pathetic-looking, getting involved in a fight with me could only result in my death.
My primary school was a little Roman-Catholic one with a lot of disabled, mentally retarded and foreign kids (it was popular for being "open-minded").
There was this bulky Russian kid with little slits for eyes who had never liked me much but was largely indifferent to me and I to him. One of my "friends" told me, one day, to go up to him and tell him that he had a "spare-tyre". At the time I didn't know what a "spare tyre" was, but for some stupid reason I went up to him and delivered the message. He got me up against a sandstone wall and kicked the shit out of me for about ten minutes.
Later in the day I left a chocolate spread sandwich on his chair and he spent the rest of the day looking like he'd shat himself.
Fucking asshole.
( , Thu 16 Mar 2006, 20:43, Reply)
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