When I was about 9 years old, my neighbor, who was around 16 and in high school, used to bully me while I played outside. One day, she had a friend over, and they were on a swingset. In a moment of anger and frustration, I approached from behind and struck her head with a brick. The result was a scene of blood everywhere, and her mom called the police. However, due to my young age, I wasn't held accountable. Strangely, I felt a sense of pride in that moment, as her bullying ceased afterward. To this day, I can vividly recall the disturbing image of the blood puddle.
"I was at school vaping, and they wanted to search me. So, I decided to hide the vape in an unusual place. During the search, smoke started coming out of me because I had shoved the vape so hard. To make matters worse, I accidentally farted, which added to the awkwardness as the smell mixed with the smoke. The teacher looked at me disapprovingly as I adjusted my bag. Suddenly, the vape fell out and landed on the floor, drawing everyone's attention. Embarrassingly, my period had started, and there was blood on the vape. The teacher fainted at the sight, adding more chaos to the situation. I quickly put on my clothes, picked up the vape, and tried to continue with my day despite the awkwardness and stares."
