I dont understand what its like to be picked on... Well actually i do (story time) sorta
So um not too long ago... Maybe about 2 weeks ago this short annoying kid (one from the headphones chapter) was being racist.
"white people are crackers and black people are cookies" he said
(see next chapter in a minute to see why this was unpublished and published)
I hate racist jokes. Their stupid af.
So i turn my head slowly and my right hand curls into a fist.
My other friends knew a punch was coming (i dont hang out with girls often so it was all boys) so one of them steps infront of him saying "Jena calm down"
"i need a punching bag" i said and punched my friend right in his arm
Now my knuckles stick out a lot cause i dont have much meat on it. So
they pop out a lot cause thats bone.
So... I punched my friend in the arm, and it was a full blown punch. With my knuckles out aaand it hurt him for the rest of the day cause he couldnt feel his arm.
Yeah. Lesson learn, never piss me off. Cause i punch a lot.
(also no teachers saw me)