Thread:Bananazilla the Telepath/@comment-35257762-20180706051950/@comment-34952067-20180711134948

Oh, and about that story. So we were doing this LA project that consisted of building. So for whatever reason, we needed to cut up paperclips. But the exacto knives were in another room. And I did not want to go get them. So instead, I took a pair of scissors and tried, empathise on the tried, to cut the paperclip using the scissors. In the end, it didn’t work. But my friend had told me not to do it because I might get hurt. And I didn’t even realise what had happened until I looked at my shirt, which was covered in blood. The sad part is, that we have uniforms, so we get uniform shirts, and those are white and overpriced. So then I looked at my fingers which was where the blood was coming from, (it took a while to figure out since I didn’t feel any pain) and told my teacher who told me to go to the washroom and clean it up. So I tried, but ended up making it worse, by rubbing the blood in. So now I can’t wear that shirt, since it looks like someone stabbed my heart, and my friend keeps reminding me of how she told me not to do that.