It started out as the best day ever. Dagen was acting like a decent human being because I was the only person in the year who had yu-gi-oh cards, I played a fantastic game of 'footie' in which I scored three goals and tackled Murray, and I got an apology from Milo for being so cruel to me the last few weeks. That was until German class.
Every time a teacher left a room everyone in my year would play a game in which they would take erasers and chuck them at each other, getting a point for hitting someone in head. That day I was trying desperately to finish a paper for English the next period and was using my pencil and eraser to actually erase instead of violently throwing them around. Dagen took my eraser from out of my hand and threw it at one of the kids on the otherside of the room and it landed next to a stand with the Television on top of it. I sighed and went over to pick it up but as I went to do so Dagen ran over, rammed me aside, and knocked me right into the stand. The television fell down and landed on Dagen's head while cracking the television screen. We both panicked and immediately put the television back on the stand.
"You say anything when Frau comes back, I'll bloody well kill you!" Dagen threatened as we both ran back to our seats.
The next day I came into the school and was immediately approached by Dagen. "You told on me you little shit!" He shouted. He threw a punch which landed me straight in the gut. All the wind was knocked out of me. I immediately retaliated with a punch but he kicked me in the thigh and I fell on the ground on one knee. I looked up and cursed at Dagen, telling him I didn't say a word. He just leaned down and said "Who the hell do you think you are? You're not a Brit, you're not really an American. You're just a loser." I clenched my fist,
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