i always thought my situation in 8th grade was hilarious. i was going out with a girl, and we liked each other aLOT, but we decided that we would break up before she moved out to Germany (we're both in military households). so like a week before school ended, she broke up with me. i was surprised as hell cuz i didn't expect it to be so early. she told me later that she needed time to detatch from me before she moved. anyway, like 15 minutes before she did it (after lunch), she told me she forgot her lunch money. i was gonna pay for it, but she absolutely refused. i was kind of stunned, but i didn't really care. we didn't sit with each other until i finished eating because she told me she didn't want me to watch her eat er w/e lol. so i come over like half way through with all of her friends and stuff, but a couple of girls at a table nearby were mouthing "BREAK UP WITH HER." i just shook my head and grinned; one of the girls liked me, so i didn't think anything of it. so we're walking to class together, and she pulled me over n broke up with me. i was reeeeally surprised. i was almost if not at the point of tearing up during the class. we'd been sitting together in 2 of the classes that remained for the day (we had an hour+ for each class and they rotated). i'm pretty sure she didn't plan it that way, but in both of those classes, the seating was to be changed and we could choose whatever seat we wanted. naturally, i hated the bitch, so i sat as far from her as possible. there's more to the story, but i don't feel like writing more right now and i have some homework to copy.
actually, i was more like in that angry-sad mode when you almost cry cuz you're so mad when she broke up with me.
now that part of the story is funny. before, i was increasingly pissed off about it
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*eats chicken*