I'm horrendous, do you not see you just stabbed me?
I look to the left of the messy other persons writing to see a little stick figure man, where my writing had slashed into, and little droplets of blood were drawn to figure a sword stabbing.
I giggled a bit, to which the other kids around gave me funny looks. I turned my face towards the desk feeling the familiarity of a blush rise on my cheeks.
Sorry, I can try to control the beast that is my handwriting
