As I was in the lunch line I had already gotten my food. I was on my way to the cash register when I decided to get some milk. LaMesha came up behind me and grabbed the milk out of my hand. I snatched the milk back, then we started to argue. Soon it got out of hand. I grabbed her hair and said, “You are a milk stealer! I would pull your hair, but you don’t have any!”

The situation got even more out of control as she opened the milk carton and dumped it on my head. I told her, “It’s my milk.”
She yelled, “Your name isn’t on it.”

The teacher came in. She asked, “What happened?”

“I got my milk and she snatched it out my hand,” I said. “I felt like it was worth it because she shouldn’t have snatched it out my hand.”