First and foremost, it's the sixth 9/11 anniversary, so, yes, I heart goes out to those that were affected that day.
Secondly, I hate guys. Really. Bastards. So, me and some friends were walking home from school, and the guys were walking ahead of us. There was this kewl monarch butterfly that was just fluttering around, and one of them started to STOMP on it, well, course he missed, and he gave up after a while, but then another butterfly came to join the first. So, ladi da, they were just flying around, when that same idiot THREW A ROCK AT THEM.
So, uh, I kinda overreacted, dropped all my stuff, took a rock in my hands, and ran at him yelling the American battle cry, and I quote. "YOU ********!!!!!"
Yeah.
Childish. I know. But STILL.
So then, a couple of days after that, I was talking with my friend, and discussing how much I hated him, and then she said that yeah, he hated me too. No surprise there. But THEN she said that the butterfly thing was a test, and that I failed.
Ugh.
b*****d. He failed MY test a LONG time ago.
Stay tuned for part 2.
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