I Smacked the Wrong Dude

Joking around with friends is fun. It’s almost like a never-ending amateur boxing match. You hit me, I hit you, I make fun of you, and you of me. That is the basis of a healthy friendship. However, everything must be equal. In cases where a smack is not reciprocated, things get ugly. 

My friend and I were joking around like normal boys. We were walking and talking about very important matters, girls while smacking each other. The ratio between talk and a smack was of two minutes of talk per smack. The intense conversation came to an end when my friend left. This was when things got ugly. 

Just as he was leaving, he smacked me once more. This meant that equilibrium was not reached. My soul, body, and mind were all distressed. I needed to get equal. Later that night we had a party. I got a little later than usual but with a master plan to get even with my friend. Then, I spotted him. He was wearing a polo and jeans. I got closer and smacked him. I’m not going to lie, equilibrium never felt so good. 

I sensed something weird. He turned around way too fast. Then, I saw his face; it wasn’t my friend. My friend was actually standing right in front of the dude I smacked. He burst into tears after laughing so hard while I just ran.

Santiago DeGrandchant

I’m Santiago de Grandchant, a 16-year-old junior who loves soccer and horseback riding. I am widely regarded as the next Barack Obama although sometimes people confuse me with Schwarzenegger.

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