Eating Crickets In Prison

It was 7th grade, when it all went down.... Into my stomach of course. I was in math class and a test was about to begin. It was that moment when I saw a cricket hoping around on the floor... slowly approaching my desk. I didn't care too much for the test really, never cared much about school for that matter. But, what I did care about was my reputation. I would do anything to keep that reputation. Keep in mind this "reputation" of mine, had taken years to build. I spent many days in the office, hours upon hours locked-up in a 4 foot by 4 foot box thinking about what I would do when I got out. Many kids joke about school being like a prison. I took that saying very seriously. I ate worse then the other students (expired cup o noodles), I was monitored when it was time to go outside, and my communication to the outside world was limited. Anyways, math class. As the cricket started to get closer and closer to my desk I saw all my friends eyes light up as if they had known that this could be their chance to get out of the test. With this in mind I took it upon myself to save the day. Without much thought I reached into my backpack and pulled out a piece of five gum. At this point the students that were close by, were hanging on the edge of their seats. Many others watched confused as to what I was about to do. I grabbed the cricket and rolled in up in the piece of gum that I had. I saw the teacher stand up with the pile of tests that he was about to pass out. "Its time", I thought to myself. I stood up and threw the cricket into my mouth and took two big chomps. The sound echoed throughout the room and that's when mayhem started. All the kids started either laughing or screaming and Mr. Rainford was furious. I knew I was in trouble, but that also meant that the test would not be given that day, there was no longer enough time to take it. He ran my way and I jumped over my friends table and ate shit slamming my head on the corner of a desk. All my peers were laughing their asses off, I was grabbed on the collar of my shirt and brought to the principles office. But, I never met with the principle, instead I met with this nasty old woman named Mrs P. Whenever, I walked into Mrs. P's office she would be facing the opposite way chomping on a salad, one piece at a time. I am not kidding every time I was in her office she was eating salad in the same fashion I just described. I sat down and had to wait for her to get out of the salad trance and turn around with a disappointed look on her face and about two tablespoons of ranch smeared on her cheek. I had been in this situation many times. As a young kid it would usually result in her making me feel bad about myself and me crying over the fact that she had salad stains on her new blouse. Every fucking time. Anyways this time I decided to face the beast that she was and not back down crying this time. I said the F word right to her face just to see what she would do. Moments later there was ranch dripping down my face, she exploded and I was sent into the ISS box. The 4 by 4 foot box I described earlier. I spent a lot of my time in this box and oh my did I love it. I would just sit there playing on my phone that I hid in the middle of a textbook and made it seem as if I was reading. I think I beat Plants Vs. Zombies 10 times that month. Anyways I have ADD and I am going to stop the story their and eat some milk if you need anymore details pvt message me, I wouldn't see why you would. But hey I am down for some conversations. I have many other stories similar to this and I like to talk about politics, sports, crypto ect.. So if you liked this one please follow me and I will try to post as soon as I can. I am aware of the cluster fuck of words I just wrote down but if you can read your way through the misspellings and grammar errors, you might get a laugh out of it.