Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
~ William Congreve, "The Mourning Bride"
Ah, yes. The whole Clive business. I came to school feeling all bright and chirpy and, as Wanyu and Joyce told me, positively radiant. I gathered Hanjie and Kah Yin - Joanna and Mi'er were late for school - and filled my file with GP notes to make my file twice as heavy. Then I set off towards the S7 class bench.
It was really, really funny cos' I was behind him at first. (There was only one friend beside him, pity there weren't more, but I hated to be kept waiting) So I thought, as I towered over him like a malevolent spirit, that "perhaps I shouldn't attack him from behind" - not a very gentlemanly, whoops, gentlewomanly thing to do. (Not that anything I intended to do was going to be very gentle, but then.) So out loud I said, rather prosaically,
"You had better turn around now."
He turned.
WHAM!
Lovely lovely effect it had... Hanjie and Kah Yin, who were both watching from a safe few metres behind, told me there was an echo. AN ECHO!!! ^_- (I didn't hit him on the head after all because Mi'er and my aunt convinced me I might get into trouble for assault... instead I settled for somewhere between his back and his arm.) Furthermore they both said they'd never seen me move so fast, or hit anything so hard. I don't even give it my all like that when playing tennis! Then I told him everything I'd prepared myself to say, namely, that he was a fucked up miserable piece of shit and if he dared tell any more people who I was, I would make the rest of his life look as ugly as his face.
Mmm. I feel good. I feel really really good!
The state of euphoria wore off somewhat during the course of the day. Sure it was fun, but calming down, I had to acknowledge that I created this whole mess. I began it in childishness - I ended it in childishness ("Let's-Play-Payback-Time"). Sure, he did do something wrong... but if I hadn't started it in the first place, I wouldn't have done all this to myself. By the time I knew what he was doing - telling every idiot friend of his how to recognize me - I couldn't possibly have taken it lying down.
Yeah. So that's the end of the story for you. Next time, please God, I will NEVER. EVER. LIKE ANYONE AGAIN. Maybe I should turn lesbian *looks around* Any takers?
The End
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
~ William Congreve, "The Mourning Bride"
Ah, yes. The whole Clive business. I came to school feeling all bright and chirpy and, as Wanyu and Joyce told me, positively radiant. I gathered Hanjie and Kah Yin - Joanna and Mi'er were late for school - and filled my file with GP notes to make my file twice as heavy. Then I set off towards the S7 class bench.
It was really, really funny cos' I was behind him at first. (There was only one friend beside him, pity there weren't more, but I hated to be kept waiting) So I thought, as I towered over him like a malevolent spirit, that "perhaps I shouldn't attack him from behind" - not a very gentlemanly, whoops, gentlewomanly thing to do. (Not that anything I intended to do was going to be very gentle, but then.) So out loud I said, rather prosaically,
"You had better turn around now."
He turned.
WHAM!
Lovely lovely effect it had... Hanjie and Kah Yin, who were both watching from a safe few metres behind, told me there was an echo. AN ECHO!!! ^_- (I didn't hit him on the head after all because Mi'er and my aunt convinced me I might get into trouble for assault... instead I settled for somewhere between his back and his arm.) Furthermore they both said they'd never seen me move so fast, or hit anything so hard. I don't even give it my all like that when playing tennis! Then I told him everything I'd prepared myself to say, namely, that he was a fucked up miserable piece of shit and if he dared tell any more people who I was, I would make the rest of his life look as ugly as his face.
Mmm. I feel good. I feel really really good!
The state of euphoria wore off somewhat during the course of the day. Sure it was fun, but calming down, I had to acknowledge that I created this whole mess. I began it in childishness - I ended it in childishness ("Let's-Play-Payback-Time"). Sure, he did do something wrong... but if I hadn't started it in the first place, I wouldn't have done all this to myself. By the time I knew what he was doing - telling every idiot friend of his how to recognize me - I couldn't possibly have taken it lying down.
Yeah. So that's the end of the story for you. Next time, please God, I will NEVER. EVER. LIKE ANYONE AGAIN. Maybe I should turn lesbian *looks around* Any takers?
The End
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