The only real problem in my year at school is, almost ironically, the only Black kid in the entire year.
He's the most annoying person I know. It generally hurts me to not hit him. And normally, I'm not a violent type.
Before the Christmas Holiday though, I did snap. I don't snap often, so, when I do, people are usually very schocked.
It was while I was leaving my English class (Stupidly, English classes at this school, and only English classes (Plus PE, but that doesn't count) at my school, are not put into any sets. So, you have the smart students, mixed in with the "I can't tie my shoelaces" students.)
The Black Kid, Connor, is being his typical self. An obnoxious, annoying, loud-mouthed fool, which entertains the majority of the class, who fall into the Velcro-shoes section of the class.
Anyway, he took it upon himself to continuously throw pointed stationary at a friend of mine sat next to me.
Obviously, the teacher misses all of the compasses being lobbed from one side of the room.
It was at the end of the lesson, when he went to shove my friend, so I quickly jumped in there and knocked him back. As he went to push me back, I jumped away, with my backturned, to spin around and clock him in the chin, which he never managed to recover from, was dazed and tried to swing at me. I stepped out of the way and left him there. In an entertaining form of events, he was then punished for starting a fight with me, without laying a single finger upon myself.
Suffice it to say, he no longer pests around myself or my friend.
