Picking the Wrong Fight

From: Sasha


This happened to me a few years ago at my 10th grade. My boyfriend, Mike, had recently dumped me for a much more popular, blonde, ditzy girl named Heather. I went to the formal alone (because Mike dumped me 2 days before) and I was not in my best mood. I was just sitting around by the refreshments, trying to have a good time when who else but Heather and Mike come and start dancing right in front of me.

I yelled out the first sentence that came to mind. "Move it, your fat ass is blocking my view" I demanded. She just rolled her eyes and walked off with a few of her friends. After the dance, everyone was waiting around outside when Heather walked up to me and starting making fun of my dress. "Most guys appreciate it if you leave some of your body to the imagination," she send with a shrill ring in her voice. "I won't leave anything to anyone's imagination," I shot back. With rage, I dove on her and began slamming her head on the ground. Unfortunately for me, she was surprising strong and she instantly turned the tables and was on top of me. By this time, I crowd of boys was surrounding us cheering for this "cat fight!!!"

To my pure terror, Heather was trying to pull the staps off my dress and slide it off. I resisted with all my strengh, but she was too strong. She eventually stripped me down to my bra and thong. This led to howls and hoots from the boys. With humiliating, I raced all the way home in my underwear, hiding behind trees on the way. People mock me to this day for what happened.


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