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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

random memories from the 7th grade

some time ago, i wrote down various memories from growing up. here's one:

I don’t know how me and Tammy fell out. I think it first started when she stole my SWV tape. I begged my mom to buy me that album for the longest. She finally bought it. I took it to school and Tammy stole it from me and lied about it. She was supposed to be my girl. Then she would clown me in front of people. She would talk about my feet, even though we wore the same size. And she would talk about me behind my back and talk about how my clothes never matched. Once again, we just weren’t operating in the finances to have the latest fashions. I might have gotten a few new shirts at the beginning of each school year, and that was about it. One day Jeff Hill took up for me, and told Tammy to leave me alone because my clothes were matching. I grew very bitter with resentment toward Tamira Williams.

One day we finally duked it out. She called me a “B” and I got offended. I told her her mamma, and then she pushed me. It was done from there. I snapped. I honestly believe Satan took over my body for the next 5minutes, because I felt like I entered a realm of darkness. I felt like I was the epitome of violence. I had never felt that angry or offended. I punched, puller hair, tussled, whatever. I pulled out a lot of the chic’s hair. She went to the nurse's office immediately after the fight. She tore my shirt, revealing my lime green bra. I got a lot of phone calls that night after the fight from the opposite sex. One guy told me he thought I was flat before he saw the fight. Most people said I won the fight, Tammy was pretty popular though. She had a fan club of loyals that said she won. I knew I had won it, but I didn’t rub it in, because I didn’t care about it that much. She wanted to get cool again after the fight. But one night she called my house and my mom went off on her

1 Comments:

Blogger nosthegametoo said...

Princesses make me weak in the knees. A throw back for ya.

30 November, 2005

 

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