It was just a cold, winter day in first grade. We were playing an innocent game of soccer. I can't remember what started it, but when it happened things went down. Before I knew it I was swinging fists at Langdon and he was swinging at me. As soon as the fight began I blacked out so I didn't really know what was going on. All I knew was that I had to defend my family name. Then Mrs. Popwell pulled me off of him, and we got swats that same afternoon.Sad day elementary.
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