My history class splits into two groups. One stays in the classroom with the aide and one goes with the teacher to the cafeteria. I'm in the group that stays in the classroom and a kid who should be in the cafeteria walks in.
Kid: Hey!
Aide: You need to go to the cafeteria.
K: I don't need to.
A: I don't like your attitude. You have a bad attitude.
Me: (mutters) Yeah.
Another kid stands up.
K2: Don't judge him.
M: I wasn't judging. I was merely restating a fact.
K2: I have rubber bands.
M: I have a book.
He sits down and the other kid leaves.
Then the same kid starts staring at the aide.
A: Why are you staring at me? You're creeping me out. How would you like to be stared at?
K2: I wouldn't care.
I turn around and give him a death glare. He starts covering his face with the book.
K2: Please stop staring at me! Stop!
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