
Originally Posted by
Shadowstar
Story on what made me angry today at school:
I clutched my stomach to try to stop the pain, while glaring at the boy who pained it. He was Shiraz, an Indian like me, but we are like enemies. He acts nice to me whenever I have something good for lunch so he can have some, and when im testing him at his lessons, but he actually hates me. He had just thrown a football, a rlly hard football, mind you, into my stomach.
We were just tossing,the ball around, with "snake eyes", looking at someone and passing it to someone else. He slammed the football into my stomach, and almost immediately I clutched my stomach.
Shiraz:"HAHAHAHA! Not only is this game fun, you also get to make FUN of others! Oh did I hurt you? SORRY!"
A few others were laughing too. im in an All-boy private school, and almost most classmates hate me. They were older than me, like 2 yrs older. Our school takes classes, not by grades, so im with ppl 2/3 yrs older than me. I was lucky we got to play outside at all. Our school rarely lets us go outside.
"Shut up..."I muttered. I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue to stop myself from snap punching them in the face. I wondered what Apollo, noodleleg would do
right now.
Other boys: "HAHAAHAHAH!!!"
"Shut up..."I muttered.
" guys stop laughing or he'll tell" said a 16 yr old guy, older than me.
"im not a snitch.." I muttered again.
right around that time we had to go back, and I was done with everything, so I had to test a few little kids on their lessons. I went home after.
See? This is today. But im not too angry about it. So now ya see why I was holding that stick, dreaming about swinging it at them.
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