2018-03-14 at 4:19 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
When I was in fourth grade, I was a hyperactive twat. It got so bad that one day, in art class, a girl told me to "shut up." I was angry, very angry. I didn't know how to express just how angry she had made me. Then I noticed how cute she was. I couldn't stop thinking about her, it kept me up at night. I was beside myself, I didn't know what I was feeling or how to behave. Without going into too much detail, I managed to escalate the situation so that it required the intervention of the vice principal. My nemesis was very understanding, so we put it behind us and now we get along fine when we run into one another.
2018-03-14 at 4:26 AM UTC
There was some faggot in my 3rd grade class named phillip or some shit and we had to write a story and then read it in front of the class so I wrote a story about him getting hit by a car and dying a gruesome death and getting eaten by ants. I didn't really think about actually reading it when I was writing it, but then I had to so I just ended up doing it.
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2018-03-14 at 5:01 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
What was Philip's reaction, and the class' and the teacher's? How were you disciplined?
I remembered an earlier conflict: Rachelle. Rachelle and I were three, and she liked me. I didn't know what to make of that. I conceived a rumor that she was a witch, and I spent an entire recess propagating it in the schoolyard. I don't think anybody believed me, except for one guy who likely had some other issues. Rachelle invited me to her birthday party. I chose her present with care, and I remember feeling nervous on the car ride to her house. I don't recall ever speaking to her again after that. Rachelle, if you're somehow reading this, I want you to know that I haven't forgotten. You're just another soulless, cluster B WITCH.
2018-03-14 at 5:29 AM UTC
I've never really had a rival, now that I think about it. Life seems too complicated for it to work out like that. I guess I've had rivals in sports and videogames. I have recently gotten into street drag racing and there's this one kid with a Datsun who shows up every so often that I always have close races with.
2018-03-14 at 5:30 AM UTC
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2018-03-14 at 6:01 AM UTC
When I was in third grade there was this immigrant Indian kid named Shabaz. There was a position called 'line leader' and for whatever reason it was very esteemed amongst my third grade class. Basically, you got it by being a good, well behaved student. It meant leading a line of kindergartners from the playground back to the classroom. After recess.
That day was my day. But Shabaz had other plans. I got in my position to lead the kindergartners and Shabaz immediately confronts me. I told him it was my day to lead, so he pushed me. I punched him in the face and pushed him down a hill and he went crying to the teacher. I didn't get in any trouble because the teachers saw him provoke me. I was so worried about this being on my permanent record.
As the years went on, Shabaz turned out to be a massive sexual deviant. He got kicked out of middle school for dry-humping a desk in class and in highschool he evidently drugged and raped a girl but the girl convinced her parents to drop the charges. Now he works at Mcdonalds, and has since 2010. I haven't been there since about then because he thinks he's my friend but I can't stand the guy.
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2018-03-14 at 6:42 AM UTC
Originally posted by §m£ÂgØL2becausescronfuckeduptheforum
When I was in third grade there was this immigrant Indian kid named Shabaz. There was a position called 'line leader' and for whatever reason it was very esteemed amongst my third grade class. Basically, you got it by being a good, well behaved student. It meant leading a line of kindergartners from the playground back to the classroom. After recess.
That day was my day. But Shabaz had other plans. I got in my position to lead the kindergartners and Shabaz immediately confronts me. I told him it was my day to lead, so he pushed me. I punched him in the face and pushed him down a hill and he went crying to the teacher. I didn't get in any trouble because the teachers saw him provoke me. I was so worried about this being on my permanent record.
As the years went on, Shabaz turned out to be a massive sexual deviant. He got kicked out of middle school for dry-humping a desk in class and in highschool he evidently drugged and raped a girl but the girl convinced her parents to drop the charges. Now he works at Mcdonalds, and has since 2010. I haven't been there since about then because he thinks he's my friend but I can't stand the guy.
Shortly after typing this story §m£ÂgØL went on to accomplish every goal he set for himself and also came up with a cure for Lou Gehrig's disease, making him a millionaire and world star over night. Shabaz was hit by a drunk driver of an 18 wheeler while walking across the street to his McJob. As for me, well, I'm doin' well.
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2018-03-14 at 6:49 AM UTC
Originally posted by RestStop
Shortly after typing this story §m£ÂgØL went on to accomplish every goal he set for himself and also came up with a cure for Lou Gehrig's disease, making him a millionaire and world star over night. Shabaz was hit by a drunk driver of an 18 wheeler while walking across the street to his McJob. As for me, well, I'm doin' well.
God I love you RestStop
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2018-03-15 at 4:19 AM UTC
My first and only rival was some little boy in first grade who called me short. Even though it's true, I didn't like it. So I grabbed his shirt collar, pulled him down to my level, and yelled in his face, "I AM NOT SHORT!." That was the only time I ever got sent to the principals office. :)
2018-03-15 at 5:35 AM UTC
Originally posted by MAL
My first and only rival was some little boy in first grade who called me short. Even though it's true, I didn't like it. So I grabbed his shirt collar, pulled him down to my level, and yelled in his face, "I AM NOT SHORT!." That was the only time I ever got sent to the principals office. :)
Turns out this boy is Enter.
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