yeah, i was in the first grade and i was walking home from school in my purdy dress. This boy behind me was throwing little pebble rocks at the back of my legs, and I kept turning around and telling him to stop! He didn't, so I was trying to find something on the ground that I could throw at him. Turns out I found this huge rock and I chucked it at his head, which inturn cracked it open!!! His older brother (who was in the 6th grade) was crying, and the boy with the cracked skull was crying too. I remember his brother saying 'he's bleeding'... and I turned around and I was like (and i quote) "I told him to stop throwing rocks at me" and walked away with no remorse at all. (I was so evil when I was little... ) But now that boy has a scar to remind him the next time he wants to taunt women, and to SHUT UP and LEAVE THEM ALONE when they say stop or no!
Oh yeah, one time I told my sister to tell my cousin (who was on the phone) that I wasn't home, but she didn't listen, so when she handed me the phone i hit her really hard on the wrist with it and it fractured her wrist... ahhhh.. the life and times of my crazy family.. :)
it's not the cruelest of the cruel things.. but i'm a good girl now ;) or so you think... heh
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