No I sit here, No I sit here. Everybody had their homeroom tables to sit at and their chair to sit at. Me and a couple of my friends found the overflow table and we sit there. Everyday we sit at that table and we have so much fun. We work on our rubik's cubes and eat our junky lunches. Some of us eats school lunch. Today we had stuffed crust pizza with milk and fries. I set my lunch down and i get my lunch box out too,(I eat school lunch and home lunch because I love food). Then i get up to get my salad that we get with our lunch. When i come back i see my lunch box is open and all the stuff is poured out. I ask if anybody did this and they said no. So i check my lunch box and I see that something is missing. I ask again and they don't answer me so i get up and i look in my friends lunch box. Before i can touch it he told me to get my fucking hands out his lunch box and leave him alone. I asked to look in it and he said the samething. So i got louder, GIVE ME MY FUCKING FOOD NOW.
NO, I DON'T HAVE IT, he said.
I left him alone and ate my lunch. In the middle of me eating he throws a bottle at me with the food in the bottle. HERE YOU GO BITCH!.
I DON'T FUCKING WANT IT.
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My life in pieces
Non-FictionIt is a story of my life which is in pieces. People all around my school and my house making fun of me and telling me i can't do it. I will show them and they will know me as me not anybody else.
