Watta Day!

Well, i'm back, and more pissed off than ever, once again its a talltastic tale about oh look, Reigate School...anyways, i'm coming out of French (by the way this story is old but I want to post it anyways HAHAHAH) and this twat jake hassle or I dunno, (his name doest even deserve capital letters...) and minding my own bisness like you do when your walking to another lesson, I suddenly realise that I have forgotten my coat AGGGHHH. So I turn back to where i'm sitting and oh look its ugly ears, (he looks like dumbo) and he's holding my coat... so as he is a chav I don't have a clue what he's saying so I try and translate that, and he's probally saying something like you left your coat here (rough trans.: u left ur coat here u wanka.)

So there I am and he has my coat, and him being annoying and all, all of a sudden thinks that its a football of some sort and kicks it to the other side of the room, oh fo shizzle.
So I say and I quote "Well, that was really clever jake, well done" - end sarcasm there.
And being all chav he says "go on dan, say dat again u fuka" so I get my coat and he comes up to me, and I tell you he has the most stinky breath ever, I mean not only when chavs push up to your face and generally the rest of your body like that you have to take into account that there breath STINKS! So he says whatever the crap chav lingo he says about 5 time, (I sware he got a bit of a stuck record, maybe he couldn't afford a good CD player?) and decides that now I have been gassed with the breath he will take control of my body and magically chuck me out of the room, and into the door, and out into the hall with 500 other eye witnesses (please note that in the same room while this is all going on is are French teacher, well done miss, have a sticker!) and I get pushed some more by the stinky menace and out of the blue (and this is uncalled for) the bitch punches me clean in the fu**ing face... ****ing, b*stard s**tty, mother**cking, bi*ch face!

So, after that happens I have a huge bruise on my face, and not only has it felt like a brick wall has slammed into my but the **cker has run off.
So after the turd has been found, flushed out of a lesson maybe, hold the pun :), I first get to see the most fantastically funny picture of the arse when he was in year 7, ha not smiling now are you! So, he is found, and the head of year gets the story's strait, and low and behold the arsehole has made up some fake story about how I managed to punch him in the stomach...really...anyway so I tell miss and oh goodie, she believes dumbo! WTF... theres like 500 other f**king eye witnesses and they all saw what the f**k happened! WTF...

So in the end the basta*d gets excluded for a day...a day he should get a bloody azbo and get taken to court for all I care he should get expelled all together, the f**king scum who crowd up the (where not the best school in the county, where the best school for behaviour in the whole universe) according to the 10/10 Ofsted report, a fu*king 0/10 would be more realistic, and guess what, the next day, the bit*h shows up again, and sitting right next to me, and as if he has learnt his lesson for nearly knocking all my teeth out...

So in context it was a very s*it day, and all thanks to Jake Hassle or whatever the **ckers name was, thanks... bitch.

"me name iz jack hassle and aye av really large earz a shizzle phone, and r z chav dat aye could juz explode"