Prologue
Craziest fight of my life. Seriously. Long Story.
So I was getting ready to fight, but was getting nervous because I was feeling kind of like the underdog in this fight. So I went up into the bathroom to get ready. He was in the bathroom throwing up like some 8 mile shit. I grabbed him by his hair and banged his head onto the urinal. I think he had broken his nose.
So he's lying on the ground soaked in blood, but I grabs him by the neck and choaked his throat. He tried and pleaded to him "I was kidding. We shouldn't beef". But I wouldn't leave, he couldn't breath. I looked at his sad face and lifted him up to be at my height and said "You're gonna die honkey!". I though at this time that he was passed out, but I figure out later that I made a grave mistake
He decided to play dead, it seems like the only logical thing to do. He wasn't breathing, so I decided to just leave so I wouldn't get in trouble. Then after I leave, I think he went into the janitor's closet and grabbed every brush, broom, and foreign tool there. He went back up to me in the lunch room fully loaded and said in a loud voice "This is for every time you took my orange juice, Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk. Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt. I'm gettin you back bully! now once and for good." He swung the broom stick at me as hard as he possibly he could have.
He proceeded to beat me with it until eventually the wood broke. He knocked me out, and stood on my chest with one foot. I heard from a couple friends that after he went home, his mom yelled at him and his head fell apart from the injuries though. I don't know.
Has anyone else had shitty Mondays like this? I know I'm not the only one that hates these things.
