I beat the brakes off of two kids in the hallway after getting dropped off late by pops. These dipshits thought they were gully, we had been back and forth with this group of hoodrats over a month or something. I was walking down the hallway of a side entrance, and these two kids were walking out, cutting class or whatever. They saw me and the one kid got this shiteating grin on his face, and his buddy said something about something, so I punched the one kid in his fucking mouth without saying anything. He folded like a cheap chair and the skirt wearing bitch he is grabbing his face. The other kid squared up with me and we threw blows. I had him in the cutout of a double door that led to the back of the auditorium and just mollywhopped him.
My hands were all bloody, I was tuned up, and I knew they were going to get some people. I dipped out the back, called a few people to roll up (who were cutting), and me and two other kids caught one of them walking out of the woods. One of the kids with me had graduated the year before, and he ended up breaking the kids arm by body slamming him.
The kid and the other kid went to the office, told the admin what happened, Mr. Hogan the disciplinarian found me in the parking lot with bloody hands and I had to go in and explain what happened. I got suspended for ten days(4 days before Xmas vaca, which meant I had ten extra days off.....bahahaha), had to have a massive conference wih principal, asst principal, my dad, my buddy and his mom, the two kids I fought and their folks, and a highschool yearbook for them to flip through in order to try and identify the other kid that had graduated. I said that I didn't know the guy's name, absolute fucking lie, they didn't push it amazingly (stupidly), and didn't recognize his pic in the yearbook because he looked way different.
I had 58 unexcused absences my senior year (not all true absences, but missed attendance/homeroom), I got suspended a few times, and finally, got arrested for breaking into houses before springbreak, went to juvie (where I shared a "dorm" with a 13 year old kid who liked to piss in people's shoes...not mine because I was a trill ass spades partner) and then took my finals and wrote my final english paper in rehab and graduated on time....
That was 2001. I'm not the same person anymore, and honestly, a lot of the shit that happened in my life between 15-24/5 feels surreal and like it happened to someone else. Still regret that I didn't get to walk with my graduating class, don't regret slapping fire out of that fuck boi's mouth, though. Blao.
