It was 1996, in England at a boarding school, the class was divided and split down the middle between boys and girls, and everyone was just writing.

Gilbert looked towards the teacher, then back at you, throwing a balled up paper towards you, it landed on the floor next to you, and he leaned forwards to see if you’d take it.

Yet, you ignored it. Then he threw something else at you, to get your attention, once you ignored it yet again. He got up, with his apple and walked towards you. Putting it on your desk and kneeling next to it.

“Blondie.” He said pulling your hair, standing up, you stood up and slapped him across the face with the chalk board. “I’m not talking to you.”

You looked down at your cracked chalk board.

He didn’t get mad, nor take it to heart, he just said, “you just did.” As the teacher turned around.

And he sat back down. The teacher, didn’t care, just told you to sit back down. The boys smirked finding it funny, while the girls seemed nervous and felt bad for you.