This made me remember of that one time I kinda bullied my classmate who shitted his pants back in middle school. He shitted his pants and have gone to the bathroom, standard procedure right? No, he decided to go back to the classroom not wiping his ass. A few minutes later, people have caught up to his bullshit but no one has the guts to tell him.

The impatient bitch that I am, gone too him, no sugar-coating and with a stern voice, I said, "Go back to the bathroom." He kinda ignored me for a bit but I think he felt that I'm kinda being pissed off now, plus the looks on my classmates to him is kinda bad too, so he ran.

30 minutes later, he still hasn't came back and when the class president checked, he was reported to be crying in the bathroom and shit. I actually came to look after him and say sorry because I kinda felt bad too. Man, I remember seeing that curry lookin shit stain on his briefs, for real, it was disgusting. No matter what we say, he still won't come back because of course, the shame, and the fact that I rubbed it in.

When the class president questioned me, I held my ground saying that, "Do you like the classroom smelling like shit?" And she didn't really argue with me, she kinda just told me that I could've handled the situation better.

On the surface level, I looked like I was being mature and proud of what I did -- "Hooray! I SAVED THE DAY!" But nah, I felt bad afterwards because yes, that guys was one of thee weird kids, I was friends with him.

But it's middle school, man, we aint really holding no chip, so we kinda became friends again as time passess. This happened on 2019, I'm a fucking sophomore now and I still feel bad for doing it.