Okay, so this was in fourth grade, and I was surrounded by a bunch of idiotic classmates. Here’s some context: My parents usually pack me fruit for a snack, but on this particular day they packed me like half of the leftover Pringles from the day before, you know, in that cylinder container. I was thrilled because I LOVE PRINGLES. But when recess came, and I was ready to take MY Pringles and eat them outside, they weren’t in my bag. I began searching the area, looking for my Pringles. I called the teacher over; she tried to find them but had no luck either. Then this thought comes to my mind—What if MOIRA STOLE IT? Moira was this chubby girl in my class who ALWAYS wore a purple princess dress that looked like a bad Halloween costume (seriously), and she was known for being mean. Being the judgmental 9-10 year old I was, I straight out concluded that she must’ve stolen my damn Pringles. I just tell my teacher, “Well too bad, I’ll just go out for recess now. It was just PRINGLES.” Being a little angel. So I storm out of the classroom and begin looking for Moira. I mean checking different areas, questioning witnesses, wasting my time. After about 10 minutes, I spot a group of kids gathered at the side of one of the portable classrooms. I rush over to see what it is. The kids were eating Pringles. Barbecue-flavored Pringles. MY PRINGLES. I lose it, smacking the Pringles out of their hands and pulling kids away from the main source. And in the middle of all the kids, sat a smug looking MOIRA with my PRINGLES. I glared and snatched the BLOODY EMPTY CONTAINER OF PRINGLES OUT OF THE DAMN BITCH’S FILTHY HANDS. By now even dumbass Moira knows what’s up, she’s a goner. I would’ve at least punched her, but a supervisor saw us and ran over. Moira was forced to apologize and I was forced to accept her damn apology. I never got to eat my Pringles. To this day, I’m certain she fears my cold, dead hands, ready to tear her lying face off.