red, the blood of angry men....

ok, so i was all stocked and ready for full blown world war 3 today, right? and before class i was walking around the halls with an open highlighter and my eyes peeled for the enemy and i heard from an unnamed source that she had recruited about 10 allies in her axis of evil (including one of my former allies bostin bckee) whereas i only have 1 1/2. and i was like shit. i'm screwed. but i made it to french class unmarked and learned the word "anananas" which means pineapple, before returning to the battle zone. i proceeded to uncap my pink highlighter once more and continue down the treacherous hallway... it was then, as i touched the door handle of the choir room, that she struck from behind with a permanent red sharpie, and let loose all of her pent up childhood anguish upon my face. seriously, i looked like heath ledger in batman. to top it all off, she couldn't aim from behind so about 66% of her attack landed in my mouth, resulting in one semi-permanent red tooth and and ink-tongue. yum. through the red torrent, i managed to draw only a solitary pink line of retaliation on her cheek. she then declared herself to be america, generally following the rules, but dropping atom bombs when needed. i proceeded to declare my face japan, for obvious reasons. so, if u were wondering, the score is now japan/russia: 2 america: 1. suck it america, i'm still winning!

"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!"