>Be me
>5th grader
>In math class
>see new kid come in class and the teacher announces him as a new student.
>Kid was pretty fat as fuck for a 5th grader, like, he had the buddha belly of Chris Chan and the head of a Slaton Sister with his eye sockets quite deep in his head from the all of the protruding fat.
>Get to know him for a couple of months.
>Realize that he’s a pretty weird-ass, annoying kid.
>He talks and acts likes a kiddish 2nd grader, brings in food in Walmart plastic bags with canned food and shit, likes wrestling and John Cena for some reason, likes to make loud, random noises and phrases when we’re trying to work and learn in class, and likes to steal other people’s shit when nobody’s using them; like leftover food and school stuff.
>He becomes a pet-peeve of mine.
>Nobody really likes him.
>one day sits right next to me and my friends while we were eating at lunch.
>we all groaned silently.
>“idea.mp3”
>ask my friend if he has any money, tells me he has a five on him, tell him my idea, he complies and gives it to me.
>Tell the fat kid if he wants a bet.
>Tell him if he can take some mashed potatoes and put it on “that” girl’s hair overthere for 5 bucks.
>“Me pointing to this obviously abused, edgy, hair-died girl over by the corner table.”
>He complies like the ignorant, weird kid he is.
>Takes a handful of his mashed taters, walks over to the girl, and rubs it on her hair nice and slowly, like trying to get shit off of your hand by rubbing it against a wall.
>We were all laughing, snorting and sitting there in disbelief that he actually did that for 5 dollars.
>He was about to return only to be stopped and beated batshit crazy by this angered edge girl.
>She was throwing punches left and right at this kid’s face, and at the same time, the kid was blocking the punches with his big flabby arms against his face.
>Everyone was watching this fight now...
>At this point, we all booked it out of the lunch room because we knew we were gonna get in trouble if stayed any longer.
>we hid in the hallways until the bell rang for the next class, and continued to go through the rest of the day normally.
>The next day comes,
>See that the fat kid isn’t in my math class.
>Assumed that he must’ve gotten into detention or had to sit in a special desk by the school office workers.
>Work through the rest of the day with an ever growing anxiety that the fat kid might snitch on us.
>day ends, never got approached by any councilor in class or out.
>ask the rest of my friends if they ever got approached by a teacher, they also said no.
>Sitting there being confused about why any of us hasn’t gotten in trouble yet, when it finally hit me...
>This kid wasn’t just weird and annoying, he was anti-social too.
>He doesn’t know anybody’s name but the teachers’ because he never interacted with other people his age and was afraid to do so.
>He wasn’t able tell the principle we made the bet on him, because he didn’t know our names at all, so he just got in trouble by himself...
>Theory was proven correct, as weeks have passed, and we have yet to have ever gotten approached by a councilor.
>mfw I bribed a kid to put mashed potatoes in a abused girl’s hair.
>mfw I got that fat kid in trouble.
>mfw I never got in trouble.
>mfw we never gave him his $5...
Also I don’t know whatever happened to that abused girl since she doesn’t go to any of the classes I do, I guess she got in trouble with the fat kid too and never knew who told him the bet, since she never approached us days after that incident.
