20. Dealing With A Jerk
When I was in fifth grade, around a year ago, I was riding the school bus home. I was sitting two or three seats ahead of this one eighth-grader. Now, I didn’t even know the kid at all. I’d never even talked to him. Anyways he started shouting hurtful and mean things at me. After about 15 minutes of that, he bunched up pieces of paper with rude things written on them, like “End yourself” or “Screw off,” and threw them at me.
After another 10 minutes, I calmly said, “Throw one more paper ball at me. See what happens.” Apparently, the kid couldn’t take a hint and he threw another one at me. That broke a vein in my brain and I was filled with bloody rage. I grabbed a Pokémon Card Tin from my bookbag, walked to his seat, and smashed the right side of his head several times.
Blood splashed on my face and on the seat while blood was rushing down his face. I looked at my tin and it was fully dented. Screams erupted from the dude I had just beat up, and the rest of the bus was in a state of shock. Two months later, I found out the kid’s name was Cody and I had erased the last 18 months of his memory.