That DICK stole my nachos. And not just my favorite kind of nachos, but the nachos that I make especially for myself once a week and then proceed to wave in the face of my friends who are all, of course, extremely jealous of my perfect nachos.

MY nachos.

And that DICK stole them.

MY nachos!

He just swooped down like a vulture and STOLE THEM.

So I broke his nose.

What sucked was, I got in trouble with the principal. Apparently STEALING NACHOS is not an offense worth punishing, so I got in trouble instead. Apparently violence is not condoned when someone steals your nachos. Your perfect, perfect nachos.

And the worst part? I never got to eat my nachos.