Originally Posted by AssPirate

I was pretty hateful when I was a teenager. I hate the skateboarder clicques in school because they're always at my face and they always seem to be where they weren't supposed to be.

But I really dug these group of roller chicks who came to school with rollerskates, wearing miniskirts that let you peak on the hot pants that they were wearing (sorry no panties) underneath.

One time, one skatergirl came to me with a piece of tuna sandwich. Since I was unpopular in school, I smelled a prank. I was about to eavde her when this skater dude came around at my back and pushed me on my side. I didn't know what hit me when I found myself going down on the concrete floor.

My mind was racing as I hit the pavement on my face. I broke my nose and stars had appeared in my sight. But my hands were quick. My left hand slid into my satchel bag and grasped my cutter. In one fell swoop, I slashed the first figure who approached me. To my surprise, it was the skater girl with the sandwich. I had lacerated the back of her heel so deeply, blood gushed like a stream. She yelped and bawled out so loudly that the prinicpal came running. He swore like a sailor and put me on detention for three hours.

Soon after, the skaters and skateboarders stopped harassing me. They never laid a finger on me afterwards.

I just love sharp things, don't you?