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12/10/08(Wed)00:45:45 No.101975949>>101974095 Me again.
The
school was old, like i said. The playground was all concrete and rusted
old steel stuff from the 50s. The slide was probably 15 or 20 feet
tall, just a ladder with a slide going down, no rails or anything. I
used to climb up to the top, and grab onto one of the support poles and
slide down it like a fireman's pole, i was the only one with the balls
to do it, i was kinda the man back then. Then one day this goofy
younger kid saw me do it, and he tried it, but he totally missed the
pole and fell the whole way down, and landed square on his head on the
concrete. That was the first time i ever seen anyone seriously injured,
little girls were screaming, i was pretty stunned. The funny thing is
his head was fine, he ended up breaking his arm somehow.
One
time i got held in at recess, me and the other bad kid in class, the
teacher left the room, and we kind of lived just to annoy this guy, so
we thought it'd be funny to climb out the window and onto the roof. He
came back in, and started looking around for us, then he saw us out
there, waving at him through the window and his face just went red. He
dragged us in and proceeded to have a meltdown. I never seen a guy that
pissed off in my life (thats saying something because i had a
psychotic, abusive father). The guy was just shouting at the top of his
lungs, and threw the one kid into a locker. Then he demanded that i
copy the dictionary for him, i told him no way, he said he'd kill me if
i didnt. Then the principal came in and took him outside, he didnt come
back for the rest of the day, the principal taught the class. About a
year ago that same teacher hanged himself on his daughter's playset in
the back yard. |