One Time In 6th Grade, I Was In After School Care (just All The Kids Whose Parents Work Late Hanging

One time in 6th grade, I was in after school care (just all the kids whose parents work late hanging around in the back field with some adults watching them), and a couple of boys and one other girl and I were playing soccer, but the boys were being douches and kept picking up the ball and running away. I told the supervisor playing with us that I wanted to tackle them.

He said go for it.

Now, I understand that I wasn't exactly threatening with my orange braces, hipster glasses, and Hello Kitty lunch box, so he might have been joking, but I WAS given permission.

Long story short, I ripped one guys shirt, everyone of them got a few bruises, and they stopped stealing the ball.

Don't mess with a girl with two older brothers and three other older boy cousins.

I painted my face with someone else’s blood 

Reblog with your own brutal events, tag some brutal ladies 

@percees @empressamy