My dad took me for ice cream. As he paid, I was playing out front. I saw him turn to me, so I began to run toward him. That’s when I heard it—a horrifying thud. I turned around, and couldn’t help but scream.
I parked in a veteran’s space at Home Depot. This woman quizzed me, and said her husband was a higher rank, so she should get the spot. I ignored her and thought it was over—but the next day, my phone rang. I couldn’t believe what I heard.
My teacher told everyone to take their seats, but this one annoying girl wouldn’t sit down. He got up, got her books, and launched them down the hall. As soon as she went to get them, he locked the door—but he saved the most brutal insult for last.
When I was in sixth grade I stretched and my shirt rode up a bit. My deranged teacher, Mr. B, started clapping and made a comment about my body—and then it got so much worse.
