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It's like, the first few weeks of 9th grade so, pre- any growth spurt. I guess I forgot to lock my locker one Friday, and I come back on Monday, and my locker is cleaned out like I didn't exist before that day. I tell coach, who couldn't give 2 shits of a fuck, and his only resolution is "Welp, keep looking." Less than 5 minutes, I see this senior from the basketball team with like, my entire tiny outfit on. Shirt is completely stretched, windbreaker pants looking like liquid leggings. I tell coach, and he calls dude over and goes "James, you steal this kid's clothes?" Nigga is like "Nah coach, you know I wouldn't do that!" Coach goes "Welp, he said he didn't do it." and that's the end of his involvement. I never brought more clothes, and failed P.E. I couldn't steal them back, because after I accused him, he stopped using a locker and brought my dress out clothes in his duffle bag. I just used PE as 90 minutes of nap time.
For the remainder of my 4 years of HS, I would intentionally bump into coach in the hallway and call him a "motherfucking BITCH" every time, for not doing the least amount of work to get my shit back. ____________ Twitter & IG: @rulerofmyself SC: rulerofmyself17
Yes! She's on the drugs. (c) BoHagon
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