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[mysteriouso]

When I was little there was this kid in my class named, Apache. His name obviously a product of either Hippy parents or a drunk father. What I remember about him is that he used to always get in trouble and freak out every now and then. Another thing that stands out is that on the back of one of his hands he had a burn. He told me once that he

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[instaromnium]

In 5th grade, Rocky, one of the kids in my class, stabbed himself on the inside of his forearm with a broken pencil during recess, somehow. He walked up calmly to Mrs. Huff and showed her.

"Mrs. Huff?" He seemed confused. Mrs. Huff stared at his arm, dumbfounded.

"Mrs. Huff??"

She seemed to start to want to pull it out, then stopped herself and started shaking her hands around in a display of helplessness that seemed to freak Rocky (and the rest of us) out even more.

"MRS. HUFF!" he screamed as he fell to his knees, cradling his arm with the broken pencil half-sticking out.

He went home later with his arm wrapped in bandages and gauze. Everyone wanted to see it when he came back.

[mysteriouso]

Damn. Just Damn.