Hooray for black eyes!
Woo, my first fight! Oh, too bad I lost.
...and it wasn't even technically a 'fight'...
...and it was just three immature bastards messing with me...
But, still! I feel like a man! (That's a lie.)
I was being all innocent and stuff, waiting for my mom to pick me up, and some ape-resembling homophobes decided it'd be fun to push me around and mumble insults in drunken slur. Of course, the moment I shoved the 'big guy' (ooh, scary! * Le sarcasm*) off of me and told him to f*ck off, he decided it'd be cool to punch me in the face.
So, damage is a nice big shiner. Sucks. Upside? Now I get to go to school with a black eye and feel cool. Yeah, it's from guys that are bigger and stronger than me and I had no chance against them, but still. I consider it a fight. Not that I'm big on fights. Never started one, never will. It just helps to try and think of upsides, okay?! *u'
Ugh, a big downside: having my mother freak out the moment I got in the car. My dad was just like, "Uh, hon, he just got in a little tussle," Hee hee, tussle. Anyway, my mom was yapping about how it was bullying and how my father was being too calm about it. It took a while to convince her not to talk to the principal. -Rolls eyes- I love my mom, but jeez, why are mothers so gosh darn protective?
Well, that's really all I wanted to say, I guess. I'm going to go poke my eye and annoy my mom by touching it whenever she says not to. (=
PS: Two Ianthony stories are in the making, and will hopefully be posted by Monday, if not Tuesday. Aye? Aye. C: <3
...and it wasn't even technically a 'fight'...
...and it was just three immature bastards messing with me...
But, still! I feel like a man! (That's a lie.)
I was being all innocent and stuff, waiting for my mom to pick me up, and some ape-resembling homophobes decided it'd be fun to push me around and mumble insults in drunken slur. Of course, the moment I shoved the 'big guy' (ooh, scary! * Le sarcasm*) off of me and told him to f*ck off, he decided it'd be cool to punch me in the face.
So, damage is a nice big shiner. Sucks. Upside? Now I get to go to school with a black eye and feel cool. Yeah, it's from guys that are bigger and stronger than me and I had no chance against them, but still. I consider it a fight. Not that I'm big on fights. Never started one, never will. It just helps to try and think of upsides, okay?! *u'
Ugh, a big downside: having my mother freak out the moment I got in the car. My dad was just like, "Uh, hon, he just got in a little tussle," Hee hee, tussle. Anyway, my mom was yapping about how it was bullying and how my father was being too calm about it. It took a while to convince her not to talk to the principal. -Rolls eyes- I love my mom, but jeez, why are mothers so gosh darn protective?
Well, that's really all I wanted to say, I guess. I'm going to go poke my eye and annoy my mom by touching it whenever she says not to. (=
PS: Two Ianthony stories are in the making, and will hopefully be posted by Monday, if not Tuesday. Aye? Aye. C: <3