A guy threw his breakfast at me. It landed on the table.
There was nobody else because I was sitting at the corner of the table, in the corner of the cafeteria. The people who were close to me were like 5 seats away. And the guy threw it right in front of me and walked away.
So it was meant for me, right? I sat there and stared at it. Unwrapped the plastic from it and watched, as the juice box, cheezits, cereal and plastic tableware spilled out of it. I grabbed the things I didn't want and threw them away. Leaving the cheezits and cereal. Stuffed it in my bag and walked to my homeroom.
Never met or talked to the guy but I know he is in my grade.
I told my mom and she freaked out. Asking me tons of questions. Till I explained and then she calmed down.
(I'm so good at writing )