Okay. So I'm sat on the bus, on the way home. Some kid gets on the bus and sits behind me. Little do I know of his evil intentions. This scheming little brat gets travelsick as I found out, and suprise suprise, he vomits... IN MY HAIR!
.. forget.
If you think that's bad, guess what happens next? A load of kids make fun of me, throw stuff at me and hit me with rolled up newspapers and punch me, because I have been vomited on and I stink of it. So I have to take two hours of that on the way home, and when I get home I can't take a shower because the parents have been painting the tiles in there, and the school's telling me I CAN'T GET A loving TAXI?!?!
forget my life.