At the moment of my thinking/knowing I'm smarter than him, a sudden itch erupted on my head. "What was it?" I wondered.
Out of no-where I saw a black patch fall from above my line-of-sight and land plainly on my desk. Staring gravely at the almost-fuzzy-like black spot, my darkest fear and worst nightmare was coming true.
A snicker from the seat behind me rang to my ears and those of my peers around, all turning to witness my embarrassment.
I was balding. Right in the middle of class.
Laughter quaked the desks and caused nearly all of the unattached hair resting on my head to fall off. As my body began to sweat in rabid embarrassment and red-cheeked frustration, I woke up.
I was only sleeping in class. I knew it might not have been real, because I have more problems in reality than just sweating and embarrassment.
That's when a sudden itch erupted on my head. The same patch of black something fell in front of me. The same snicker followed, and too accompanied by the very same laughter.
"Look at the faggot! He's balding right in the middle of class!" Yelled an ass-hole.
That very same ass-hole yanked his pants down, underwear and all, and began to cock-smack my thigh as I sat in shame upon my seat.
The kid then stood me up and pulled down my pants, proceeding to wiener-slap my arse-cheeks until they were as pink as a baby pig. That's when the real-life problems became a real problem.
As the kid was stamping his chonk against my flabby pudding-cushions, I shat. Everywhere.
It flowed viciously and mistily out of my rectal crater, and I knew the boy hitting me with his dong was covered.
"See what you did?" I asked. "Now there's dookie all over my butt-cheeks and your balls and dick."
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