Okay I know it might sound weird, but it's true! You see, we had this teacher, uhhhh... I am sworn to secrecy so we will call her the Substitute. Based on what I remember, the girls in every Grade 3 class loved her because she was so nice and all, so would they go to WAR over her? Yeah, apparantley they would. My memory is blurry but we had a dispute over the Substitute. I don't know why, but tensions started to rise anyway and eventually, someone nearly got a slap in the face. You see, while the GIRLS wanted to fight for the Substitute's attention and love or something, we BOYS wanted an excuse to punch each other in the a$$, so when we heard that fighting just broke out, we brought our chairs. It was beautiful. The other classroom, the one the Substitute is the advisor of, used chairs as defences. We wanted to bring our tables, but we had no idea how to launch and, consequently, pay for them. It was originally between my class and the Substitute's class, but the other one joined in as well. We had fun fighting until recess was over. My coalition, the G3 Alliance, the predecessor to the Red Order (Join now), had planned to keep the peacenut, hey, we were kids! How do you expect to keep us under control? So we got scolded, duh, but that just made our thirst for anger and battle bigger. So what is the moral here?
NEVER GIVE US CHAIRS
YOU ARE READING
This is now my Diary
LosoweFor me? Oh nah hell nah these are just the inner thoughts of my broken mentality. Enjoy my suffering. Oh, and join my commie cult, we perform sacri--I mean uhhh operations against thin mustache boi. Okay, we good? Good.
