In primary/elementary this little roastie accused me and my friend of stepping on her hands while we were playing power rangers during playtime. We were jumping off benches but we didn't go anywhere near the one she was sitting on.
This roastie had cancer so everyone always treated her special. I remember seeing her at the end of break laughing with her friends.
Anyway we are in the middle of class when we are told to go to her one (she was a year older)
We get there and she's bawling her eyes out lying that we stepped on her hands while playing power rangers. Her teacher was this fearsome Jewess who always had a death stare.
My friend didnt pipe up so it fell on me, the shy kid who barely spoke, to defend us. All i could say was it was an accident. But the jewess wanted to torment me. She kept asking in a stern threatening way "but was it on purpose?"
I didn't know what purpose meant. I kept thinking of pebbles in my head. Every time i replied it was an accident she would just repeat her question with that death stare.
Anyway a few years later i found out the foidlet died and i was happy
This roastie had cancer so everyone always treated her special. I remember seeing her at the end of break laughing with her friends.
Anyway we are in the middle of class when we are told to go to her one (she was a year older)
We get there and she's bawling her eyes out lying that we stepped on her hands while playing power rangers. Her teacher was this fearsome Jewess who always had a death stare.
My friend didnt pipe up so it fell on me, the shy kid who barely spoke, to defend us. All i could say was it was an accident. But the jewess wanted to torment me. She kept asking in a stern threatening way "but was it on purpose?"
I didn't know what purpose meant. I kept thinking of pebbles in my head. Every time i replied it was an accident she would just repeat her question with that death stare.
Anyway a few years later i found out the foidlet died and i was happy
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