at my school there were these two classmates (forget i shouldn't even call them "mates" because they annoy me to hell), one thinks he's all special because he has only four fingers on one hand and a go-kart, anyways, him and this annoying little stuff that I talk about every now and then who is also in my class were kicking a trashcan and swatting at bees, where me, some friends, and about 5 other people were sitting around and the bees started to get aggravated, and eventually one of them dropped a dead bee on some older kid and he got up and yelled some curse word and then the coach made him run laps around a field, so I told the coach about the one who dropped the bee on him and he made him run too, then the one with four fingers started to call me a "tattle-tale" and he also says that he's thirteen.
thirteen
tattle tale
yeah