I never realize how sensitive I am.
I legit almost cried over a kid stealing my pencil.
We was part of a group together and this kid lied to get candy.
This other kid and I called him out and he didn't get candy.
He got worked up about it, but I thought it was just him being sarcastic.
He kicked me under the desk, but I still didn't think he was actually mad.
I mean, it's a small peice of candy.
I looked where my pencil was supposed to be, and it wasn't there.
I looked up at the kid, and he has my pencil.
I knew it was mine because I, somehow, remembered what the holes in my eraser looked like.
So I asked him for it back, twice.
Both times he claimed it was his pencil.
I was smarter than that.
The thing is though... I almost started to cry.
I legit had to try and control myself to not cry in public, over a pencil.
And it felt like something big DID happen.
I had that heavy pain in my chest, and my whole day felt like shit.
Over a fricking pencil.
Because I'm still pissed off by how angry this kid got over a little peice of candy, I'm gonna tell you guys this asshole's name.
His name is Mason Chandler.
