Guess who had the worst day of his life so far? I did~
On the way to school, our car broke down on the freeway. Once someone towed it away, And we got a ride, I went to my first period class, where of course, there was a Sub. The Sub did almost nothing, and we were forced to do busy work. And my classmates made fun of me endlessly and tortured me. One of my most hated enemies took the lunch box out of my backpack, without me really noticing. I was so mad NOT because of the lunchbox in particular, but the fact that he could have opened the pocket on my backpack with my wallet, Ipod, and such pissed me the hell off. I went to English, and when I realized it was gone, I LITERALLY burst out in rage. The year of torture before it all came at once. I scared the hell out of my classmates, by turning to the said student who took my lunch very calmly, but very loudly and a look that would kill him and send him to the deepest pits of hell. He acted like he didn't know what happened to it, but I saw through it. I ALMOST hit him, but the teacher interfered. She got him in trouble, and forced him to help me look for it. With the same look on my face, I hunted for it, and found it in a trash can. The student attempted to make small talk nervously, as he KNEW that all the crap he and his friends had given me over the last two years could very well emerge from me as a fist in his face. I then was forced to watch as they got their confidence back and bothered me... Until math. One of the students who I hate the most kept telling me that somebody stole my lunchbox. My rage amplified to the point that I almost threw a pencil right between his eyes. Really. But the bell rang, thankfully, so I didn't go to juvenile hall for almost killing a peer. No, but I was bothered all through out lunch, and during band, I got very sick. So, I got a ride home, and am now sitting here, typing my terrible day for all to read.
JESUS I AM MAD.