so, um… today? barely any drama. which, low-key, felt weird. like a whole school day with normal levels of chaos would be a miracle, right? anyway, turns out the only real scene happened in drummin's class.
there's always that class clown—k—who thinks spit takes and pratfalls are a personality. today k decided punching was the joke. yep. k punched me. not a cute little flick either; full arm, surprise attack. my first reasonable move? tellin' the teacher. obvious. safe. boring.
but i went for the most second reasonable thing. because sometimes you gotta protect yourself and collect a tiny bit of payback. so i did the thing. i slapped k. with my jacket. look, it sounds soft, but that leather (or whatever this jacket's made of) packed a sting. it HURT. like, actually hurt. mission accomplished.
then the bus ride home got spicy. i ride the afternoon bus—you know, the one that drops everyone off. we were just talking about the pre-taters (pretenders?) next to us, and the bus driver totally thought we were talking to her. i was like, NO WE'RE NOT! and she shot back with, DON'T YELL AT ME! like—okay, fair, but also not my fault.
and then k decided to snap back too. suddenly we were having this passive-aggressive echo: i did it to k, k did it back at me, and the bus turned into a chorus of whispers and amateur referees. (and dw, the bus driver didn’t slap me or anything—just words.)
the teacher tried to play calm-mediator but teachers have that fast-melt patience at the end of the day. administration might get involved tomorrow, or maybe it'll all cool off by lunchtime—depends if k shows up with more jokes or just a bruise.
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