Memoir
I am not a bad kid but in the past I have done some questionable things such as things that followed the guidelines of fists and bruises but I am going to tell you the story of when I got into my first fight. This story is kicked off by saying it was my first day of middle school in gym class when I decided try to smart mouth off to one of the new kids I was paired up with which probably was my first mistake, Never smart mouth off to a eighth grader that is heavier than you. To protect the antagonist’s identity I will call him fart knocker; I was sitting in the locker room changing out of my P.E. clothes when fartknocker thought it would be funny to take his axe deodorant and spray all over my clothing.
He was marking his territory similar to what a dog does to a fire hydrant which set me off into a blind rage. I admit in rage I do not have the best judgement so I look at fartknocker and said “ What are you doing little guy? “ since fartknocker was a tad bit small for an eighth grader with his mass. Fartknocker then threw up the most sinister smile that has ever been seen on this planet. Fartknocker decided to fight a little flame …show more content…
At this moment only 2 things shot through my mind which was the pain I felt in my eyes and the pains of being thrown into a locker which was not as glorious as the movies said it would be. I immediately started defending myself from the oncoming punches that sent me into overdrive. I tried to open my eyes before the last punch but to no avail so I did the next best thing by grabbing fartknockers greasy curly hair before being laughed at by other children which quickly brought end to the fight. After the fight ended I never had the same image of the school again which later on somewhat motivated me to play sports. When the day ended I got fartknocker suspended for a few days so it sort of was a victory but I still got my moral significantly
I am not a bad kid but in the past I have done some questionable things such as things that followed the guidelines of fists and bruises but I am going to tell you the story of when I got into my first fight. This story is kicked off by saying it was my first day of middle school in gym class when I decided try to smart mouth off to one of the new kids I was paired up with which probably was my first mistake, Never smart mouth off to a eighth grader that is heavier than you. To protect the antagonist’s identity I will call him fart knocker; I was sitting in the locker room changing out of my P.E. clothes when fartknocker thought it would be funny to take his axe deodorant and spray all over my clothing.
He was marking his territory similar to what a dog does to a fire hydrant which set me off into a blind rage. I admit in rage I do not have the best judgement so I look at fartknocker and said “ What are you doing little guy? “ since fartknocker was a tad bit small for an eighth grader with his mass. Fartknocker then threw up the most sinister smile that has ever been seen on this planet. Fartknocker decided to fight a little flame …show more content…
At this moment only 2 things shot through my mind which was the pain I felt in my eyes and the pains of being thrown into a locker which was not as glorious as the movies said it would be. I immediately started defending myself from the oncoming punches that sent me into overdrive. I tried to open my eyes before the last punch but to no avail so I did the next best thing by grabbing fartknockers greasy curly hair before being laughed at by other children which quickly brought end to the fight. After the fight ended I never had the same image of the school again which later on somewhat motivated me to play sports. When the day ended I got fartknocker suspended for a few days so it sort of was a victory but I still got my moral significantly