"Why are you holding your pencil like that?"
"What are you even talking about? This is the correct way to hold a pencil, " this boy said.
"Bro, what the fuck IS that?" His pinky was wrapped around the pencil, his thumb touching the eraser.
"Dude, leave me alone. Bullying isn't allowed in this school." His movements started to morph into even more gangly, jagged ones. Ugly ass shapes. He was now hunching his shoulders and frowning all the way down to his chin, messy eyebrows furrowed almost over his eyes. His heels were off the ground while he dug his toes into the carpet, like he had a virus cramping him, or diarrhea. Like an ugly as motherfucker.
He took a bitch intake of breath. . . then let out a bitch-ass sob slash wine, like a faggot getting bullied for-real.
I could feel my soul leaving my body. I had to tuck my face inside the desk to escape the cringest display I'd ever had to witness. I couldn't breathe. I was gasping, like I'd just run a mile.
"Tyler, Jerimiah, " Ms. Williams called. I picked my head up. I felt like I was on fire, trying to hold back from laughing, whimpering like an asthma attack. "Quiet down."
I was trying! One look over at Ty--- his eyes were wide and he started to pull his black hair out as if he felt bad and truly scared, punishing himself, for upsetting a teacher. It was so ugly, I couldn't even.
I literally started bawling, hitting the table, almost knocking it over. My stomach was hurting from the force of my continued laughter, burning as tears were forming.
-- One minute straight. It was within that minute that Ms. Williams had written us both referrals and given us a detention.
Probably learned a nigga's name too.
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