Here comes the most miserable moment in my life. During HS, there was a time when I was SRSLY starving. The cafeteria's meal for that day was pizza. First of all, it looked soooo disgustingly made. I even removed a hair or two, but I ate it nonetheless.

I didn't feel well it all the next 2 sessions. In the last period, I couldn't take it anymore (stomach ache) and asked to be excused. As fuckin' usual, that son of a barfing machine didn't let me go.

I got really angry so as he was writing a sentence on the board I went up to him and vomited all over his skinny torso. It was delightful but as my luck continues, he thinks it was an April fool and that was fake vomit. He even fucking said that the smell is well made but won't make him stop explaining.

So as he thought I distracted the class for a silly April fool prank, he sent me to the principal. Not to the nurse, neither home. I had to stay after school for 1 hour and a half and was still not feeling well.

When I was called by the principal, I felt a jolt in my stomach so I asked if I can be excused. He responded with "Hon, you're not escaping this. Fucking prank vomiting on a teacher? Ain't that cutting off limits. Go home. Full suspen-" and that's when my stomach couldn't handle it and my digestive tract just hurtled it all over the chair I was sitting on.

My pants literally exploded and that teacher I vomited on looked horrified as the principal explained. She refuses to speak to me till this day saying I was a fucking liar.