Lol, you kids are lucky. Only a couple of fights in your entire lives?
I've been in so much I can practically write a novel based on them.
I've been in and out of foster homes my entire life, and foster homes have a reputation for taking violent kids. Those assumptions are correct.
Anyways, first fight I got into wasn't really a fight, but I still owned him regardless. I was in fourth grade, and this bigger kid was trying to push me around, and then started strangling me, I kid you not. My reaction was mechanic and automatic, I barely even felt a thing, as I slammed my fist into his face and broke his nose. Got suspended for a day, spent it playing my beloved N64 and Melee. <3
In grade six, I got into a fight with a kid I won't deny was tough as nails. He basically won, but I didn't suffer that many bruises and scratches, and I impressed this girl I liked. We were cool later, hung out and stuff.
Haha, this is the interesting part. I lived in a particular group/foster home for four years, and there was this kid that used to beat me up when I was a frail little thing, and the tyrannical foster staff made a game out of it, sort of. He also used to beat his OWN MOTHER up, which is horrible beyond belief. One day, I simply snapped. I went on a rampage, beat staff up, and smashed this kid to debris, and knocked him out on his a$$. I was later arrested, sent to juvenile for a week, and released on bail. I don't regret it, asswipes needed to learn a lesson, to stop pushing me around.
It goes on. I was moved to a dangerous offenders group home, where the worst kids in my city basically live. I was trapped there for 6 months, fun times.
I got my a$$ handed to me a few times, but more often than not, crushed the same kids the second or third time around. One time, this kid and I were beefing, and he was this wannabe Crip gang member, and we talked smack and mildly scrapped in the community a few times. This kid was tough, I was hesitant to fight him, this is the kind of kid that stabs you with a knife and doesn't flinch.
Anyways, we went into the basement, and he came up from behind me and punched me so hard in the head, I virtually saw stars. My ears bled, and I was slammed into the freshly painted walls. >_<
I then punched him in the face and spat on him, before staff separated us. He was later charged, and kids were picking on me for "snitching" when I did no such thing, cameras were everywhere in that f*cking place.
Got into another scrap with some different kid, who was pretty short but crazy tough. We scuffled, and I threw him down the stairs. We later apologized, but I'm sure the dude still hates my guts LOL.
I moved, this time to another awesome foster home. <33333
I was visiting some library, where I was rocking blue bandannas, Crippin' it, whatever. Some wannabe Bloods walked up to me, I swear there were like, 11 of them. Anyways, these little white skater kids were acting all hard, and grabbed my flag and ran out of the library. I waited for them, getting ready for a fight, before realizing how bait and dumb these kids were.
There was a police station ON THE PROPERTY. WAT. They wanted to fight me in some underground tunnel, right where the police station can see us. Not wanting to get CHARGED YET AGAIN, I refused. They wouldn't leave me alone, so I snapped, grabbed an Encyclopedia, and threw it at the main antagonist, the wannabe tough guy that grabbed my bandanna. Lol, it was jokes as I watched his expression as 11 of his boys saw me throw a huge book splat in the face. Being the little cowards they are, they did nothing. Not a single one of them. Sh*t was hilarious, I tell you. I later left, and moved yet again like a week later.
This time, the home wasn't too bad. But, tensions rise, and me and my friend/foster brother got into a scrap in our front yard. This kid was tough, smart, and an overall great person, but he got fed up with personal affairs, his sister got beaten up by her boyfriend, while she was pregnant.
That same night, we apologized, smoked some weed, and all was good. I still talk to him even to this day, but he moved to a different city, so we don't see each other that much.
Lastly, another scrap. I got into one last month, and it was pretty serious. My current foster home, there's this obnoxious foster kid who has the most arrogant and egotistical attitude ever in the existance of mankind.
Tensions escalated, and he slapped me in the face because of some misinterpreted comment I had said. I punched him in the chest, and it was on. This dude is 14, but he's huge. We wrestled and punched down the hallway, and then he went upstairs. I said a derogatory comment about him, and he came running back downstairs and started punching me. I went crazy, we're thrashing and punching and kicking and slamming each other into walls, and my foster dad and his kid had to separate us. We didn't talk for like, two weeks straight.
I hate fighting, I also never make the first move, just not my style.
