Now the thing is, she really was fat. She was big as fuck, man. We were the last class to get to our classroom because she couldnt get up the stairs quick enough and shit, losing learning time and shit, fucking tax dollars and shit.

It started because some kid at my table was throwing little paper balls at this girl who was at another table because he had a crush on and the teacher thought it was me because well… I usually did stuff like that but this time it couldn’t have been me because I was sleeping in class. She said some slick shit and I mumbled
“At least I ain’t fat like you”
And she said turned around slow and looked at me dead in my face and said “What did you say to me” and she was looking at ya boy like she was gonna pop off or take a swing at me so I felt disrespected and I said it loud so the class could hear me. Everybody gasped and looked around waiting for something to happen. She blushed and yelled at me telling me to go to the principles office. When I got there, I got a long ass lecture about respecting people and shit and then the principle asked asked me if I had any questions and I said
“But it’s true, she is fat. Am I lying?”
I then asked her if it was disrespectful to call somebody what they are, to which she couldnt give me a real answer and proceeded to give me an answer full of morals that had nothing to do with the situation. She made me repeat some shit in my notebook, “I will respect my teacher” I think it was and then she sent me to my classroom.

I never said sorry to that bitch. I didn’t do shit, I told the truth. I will not tell a lie.

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