I was in the 6th grade when this kid wouldn’t give me my basketball back. So, I thought the best way to solve the problem was to beat the crap out of him. I ended up breaking his nose. The kid had more friends than me. After I was sent to detention, they all ratted me out for a bunch of other dumb stuff to our teacher, who hated me. One of those things was taking a pack of pencils. So, that night, when my dad got the call about me beating up the kid and taking the pencils, he was so angry his son was now a thief.
