So I left to go to my Grandfather's house, right?
Well, I am sitting there, tinkering with my new digi. video camera and smiling ear to ear when I look up and from across the room this 10 year old kid named Blair was staring at me. I raised my eyebrows at him and he looked away, watching TV. I shook my head and went back to my camera.
Later on, my bowel system decided it needed to be emptied (haha), so I headed to the bathroom. When I came out and went around the corner, here was this kid again staring at me and holding a heavy hardcover book over his head like he was going to try and knock me out. (note: I have never seen this kid in my life. Never talked to him; nothing.)
I grabbed his arm, told him to stop and that he was being disrespectful and walked away. Throughout the night this happened over and over again and I was about to go haywire.
But it gets worse.
It was the end of the night, him and his family were leaving and I was saying a silent thank you to any or all non-exsistent Gods when I saw a shadow next to me. I turned to look what it was, because I had thought the little monster had already left and when that shadow happened I had learned to know it was him.
No.
He stayed behind for a few seconds...
So he could take out a pair of binoculars and look down my shirt.
When I turned on him, he ran away.
Effin little perverted kid. >>
That's not the first time things like this have happened.
My cousin TJ had a little African American friend and I was hanging out with all of them, right? Well, TJ left to the bathroom so this kid and I (we were three years apart when I was 12) decided to play Swords with sticks. Well, this kid knocked my "sword" out of my hands, pushed me to the ground, got on top of me and squeezed my breasts. I was never so freaked out in my life. I mean; effin aye, I was 12! I remember pushing him off of me, but I didn't say anything to anyone. I stayed on the other side of my cousin TJ away from him for the rest of the day, because my parents wouldn't be taking me home anytime soon.
Boobs are not fun; you get no respect with or without them hanging out. xP
So that's my tale.
A merry christmas to all, and to all a good night.
~Katrina.
 Bkg-lessthanthree · Tue Dec 26, 2006 @ 03:14pm · 1 Comments |
