In ninth grade there was a sweet, pretty girl who had lost her legs in an accident and used a wheelchair. She had very few friends due to her condition, but she was a fantastic artist.
My friends and I decided to prank her for shyts and giggles, so I pretend I want to be her friend and she warms up to me immediately. We start to hang out outside of school and she takes me to her home one day to watch a movie.
I ask her if she can show me her portfolio (she was in the advanced art program in our school and needed to create fifty or so amazing art pieces to pass). During the movie, I say I need to go to the restroom and I retrieve the bis ass scissors from my pocket, go into her room, and cut the bottom half of all of her art pieces off and trash them.
I leave and the next day she rolls up to me in the middle of class, on the verge of crying, and asks me what happened to her art, I said "I made them look like you". All my friends laugh heartily and she rolls over to her table and just stares at her hands in her lap for the rest of the day
It was less than a month before that art was due, too. There's no way she made it up in time. To this day I still look back and wonder what the fukk was wrong with us.
. ...she did it to. I felt bad it was so disrespectful to my grandpa who was a crazy racist (god rest his soul). Who would not even condone me with a black women let alone Me being on the other side of the N word.
