Oh, there's a garden variety of people that wanna kill me in my sleep. That's why I keep booby traps in my room, lol.
I can't imagine why.
Funny story involves sitting in a history class. We're playing a game, jeapordy like, where the teacher asks questions and the student on the stand has to know the answer. Well, I mouth all the answers for my own reference, be the question to my team or not.
Well, my teams turn, and some moron looks over and claims I'm cheating. Once the accusations were over with, he GLARED at me, a death stare. He was PISSED. Over an in-class game with no real reward.
So, I stuck my tounge out at him for being a sore loser.
He makes some comment about how he'd rip my tounge off if I did it again.
Now, I can only crack my knuckles a few times a day if I'm lucky, but it worked out perfectly when I "coincidentally" did it at that moment.
And, here's the thing, the teacher threw HIM out of class.
Then, end of class, they were bringing him back in, and he apologizes (under orders, clearly), so I yell back "It's alright *blank*, I forgive you."
My team had already won the game, lol.
I still can't tell why he doesn't like me... I mean, I bet we could be such good friends if he would just loosen up a little.
EDIT: ... I love highschool... [/acid laced sarcasm]