Trophy-Case, Beware!
Fourth day of school, the hallway is packed. It is humid, because it is packed with bodies that give off the heat of battle! In a lone corner, there stands a trophy case, glimmering in the morning flourescent lighting. Innocently the glass panes sparkle.
And then it happens!
I was standing there, in the hallway, when all of a sudden, there is a commotion! I turn my attention to the fight in time to see someone pushed through the trophy case action movie-style, breaking the glass. And then the world exploded and the police pushed everyone out of the way and had to drag all the bloody people down the hallway past me. One guy even had glass sticking out of his face, it was pretty nasty, especially because he spit blood at people who looked at him. Luckily, no trophies were harmed, because there were none in the case to begin with. But in a matter of minutes after the first wave of battle subsided, another scuffle broke out down the hallway, this time to a dangerously close to a stocked trophy case. And again everyone got sucked into the fight black-hole style, and the police came and dragged some more bloody people around.
And then I had lunch.
By the end of lunch, however, two more fights had broken out.
This year, I have a ton of homework each night, and I am not used to it. It is not very good at all.
Mom made fun of my picture because they were muscular and it looked funny so I guess I will just marry a fat guy because muscles are so hilarous to her. I just like people who are a bit more muscular than me. Because I am a freaking man I guess.
And then it happens!
I was standing there, in the hallway, when all of a sudden, there is a commotion! I turn my attention to the fight in time to see someone pushed through the trophy case action movie-style, breaking the glass. And then the world exploded and the police pushed everyone out of the way and had to drag all the bloody people down the hallway past me. One guy even had glass sticking out of his face, it was pretty nasty, especially because he spit blood at people who looked at him. Luckily, no trophies were harmed, because there were none in the case to begin with. But in a matter of minutes after the first wave of battle subsided, another scuffle broke out down the hallway, this time to a dangerously close to a stocked trophy case. And again everyone got sucked into the fight black-hole style, and the police came and dragged some more bloody people around.
And then I had lunch.
By the end of lunch, however, two more fights had broken out.
This year, I have a ton of homework each night, and I am not used to it. It is not very good at all.
Mom made fun of my picture because they were muscular and it looked funny so I guess I will just marry a fat guy because muscles are so hilarous to her. I just like people who are a bit more muscular than me. Because I am a freaking man I guess.