Back in 4th grade my school lunch wasn't the best, it still isn't good but back then
it was horrible! I mean like so bad a dog wouldn't want it, but anyway it was a normal, good ol' day. I was waiting in line to get " rat chicken" as my classmates called it. It was some type of chicken, but it was like a ROCK. The only thing is that it didn't look or taste burnt at all, which is why I never understood why it was so solid! Anyway, I sat down and started to eat my "food". While I was eating, one of my classmates who loved to annoy people decided that I was his next target. He started to throw random pieces of food at me, and surprisingly enough, one of the pieces hit me right in the leg! At first it just stung a little, but later on it slowly started to leave a purple mark on the side of my leg. Now I know You're probably saying that I over dramatic, but NO when I say this bruise stayed for ATLEAST two weeks I mean my leg was basically it's new home if i'm being honest. Of course it was going to have to leave sooner or later, and if i'm being honest those two weeks have had to been, THE WORST TWO WEEKS OF MY LIFE!