So there's this major-league faggot in my art class and honors program, normal enough for an American school in the 2020s, right? Well this one is a kikenosed JBW privilege-receiver who gets unconditional support from foids in anything he does, so a bit more cancerous. Even more cancerous is how I hear him gossip about me in the hallways, and he kicked me in the spine through a chair's gap several times in class, until I stood the fuck up, turned around, and he got scared. Regardless people were indifferent to it and were like "ohh it's a mistake and he has long legs" like BITCH a couple weeks ago that cracker took turns making fun of my start on a group project we're supposed to COLLABORATE on (worst mistake of my life). Things went on as normal with him separated from me by teachers' notes (/calm/) but we had an art class potluck recently, big opportunity for major faggot to get emotionally sucked off for le cuisine. Brought some of my own no-bake cookies which people had but barely acknowledged in comparison, so I decided the best course of action was to reduce the supply of peanut-sauce faggot spaghetti (bulking anyway) so less servings would be available, and less foids would be able to give him the compliments that fuel his ego. Faggot did not have any of my cookies, probably because he was irrationally scared of me beating the shit out of him (really nigga) as he got to see me take half of the container on my plate without saying a word. Physical dominance established ig, still a fucking loser socially 
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