At school, I stand in line with my friends while they get their food. One of my friends always grabs a fork, but waits and sees if she will need a spoon/knife . Today, she grabbed her spoon and fork. As it turns out, she did not need her fork. I grilled her about the waste of the fork. Money could have been saved, less trash to throw away, etc... After a while, I couldn’t stand it any longer. It was the waste of a perfectly good plastic fork, rejected for no good reason. I decided to make it worth it to throw away, so a grabbed her fork, and stabbed it into her grapefruit (the reason she grabbed a spoon in the first place). After, she proceeded to yell at me, hit and kick me. Later, she stood up to try to shove it in my face. Having little siblings, I know how to deal with these situations. I wrestled her arms away. It was like wresting someone with a knife, and they are trying to kill you. It’s a lot of work. She eventually gave up, and left. She returned moments later while I foolishly proceeded to eat my lunch. She stabbed my hair with her nasty grapefruit- juice fork. I pulled the fork from my hair and chucked it to the ground. A short while later, I stood up and walked to throw the garbage away from my lunch. I chose to carry out my revenge. I grabbed a fork, and put it in her hair. Revenge is sweet. That’s the story of why I had to wash my hair so desperately. To get grapefruit juice out of my hair.
