BLOG ENTRY SEVEN: I’ve been in ten fights as of today. The girl, whom I wished was Arion Dodson but was actually just one of her goons, thought it’d be funny to start picking a fight with me in the middle of class. She was across the room and the teacher was too entertained to stop us. Here’s how the conversation went:
Her: I thought nobody could make sweaters look bad. I guess I was wrong, Ophelia.
Me: My shirt isn’t going to get me in trouble, unlike your shorts.
Her: Yeah? Seems like nobody has noticed since they’re all looking at you and that ugly sweater.
Me: Or maybe it’s because all the teachers are guys and they’re all just enjoying the show.
Her jaw dropped (showing off that lovely double chin) and she pushed her chair back ever so slightly, ready to leap out of it if need be. I just tilted my head and smiled mischievously and made a kind of “hmph” sound before turning back to face the board. A screeching noise sounded especially loud in the quiet classroom, but I was already up and swinging before anyone could take another breath.
In short, I came out victorious and she came out bloody and bruises. Sure, I had a black eye and a possibly broken nose, but I won and everyone knows it.
*Update* I’ve been suspended for the next three days.
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The Honest Ramblings of Ophelia Tombstone
Humor[on hold] BLOG ENTRY ONE: My therapist told me I needed an "outlet" for my "anger issues." But I am not an angry person, just an honest one.
