I’ve been meaning to blog about this.
Let’s set the date to sixth grade. There’s this kid named George, no confidentiality because I hate this prick. Anyway, there was an assembly about fundraising and ads and all that crap, where they get teenagers to go door to door in their neighbourhoods to sell stuff. Okay, let’s get to the point.
All the sixth, seventh, and eighth graders were all in the auditorium for the fundraising spokesman and then we see a blow up container with flying wads of cash. Knowing this, someone was bound to pick. “Who want’s to step up and go at this for 1 minute, grab as much cash you can get, and it’s all yours?” And of course, everyone’s hands shot up quickly.
Everyone hated George, he was crowned the school’s biggest douchebag. And then you know it, George get’s picked to go up. Immediately, he goes to the steps and everyone start’s booing so loudly, you could probably hear it all the way at the canteen. The principle got so mad and furious that we had to halt the event and go back to class.
It was a day to remember. And I hope that day haunts him forever.
I used to be on of those people that took pictures of their food and spending 5 minutes to post it on Instagram.
“Hey! GUYS! DON’T TOUCH!”
*Positions food in a fashionably manner*
Yeah. I was one of those… and now I know why everyone hated me when we went to go eat.
