Last school day of 9th grade for me. My French 1 teacher decided to let us out about 20 minutes early because she knew that we had to go turn our textbooks in at the library, which was just down the hall.

When we get there, there's already a single-file line about ~30 students long, but it's quiet and orderly and everyone is just either waiting quietly/patiently or they're waiting in line talking with a friend or two. 20 minutes later when the bell rings and classes are let out, the line gets to about ~100+ students long, and several students wide and becomes a mad house. I don't care so much about it though because by that time I'm within 5 or so people from the actual library door.

Then all of a sudden those few people in front of me start letting their friends cut in line and those friends let their friends cut in line, and so now there's a bottleneck that has formed right in front of the door. The HS principal had been "observing" everything and decided to intervene and pull students out of line that had jumped the queue. So she sends over the security guards and they start pulling people they think have cutted and they select me and tell me to go to the back of the line. When they did this, I was literally up against the door frame of the library and had that bitch of a principal delayed her decision by 30 seconds, I would've made it in but noooo.

I was pissed. By that point I had been standing in line carrying five heavy-ass textbooks for longer than 45 minutes and now they wanted me to go to the back of the line because I they thought I was cutting? Oh hell no. I tried pleading with the security guard but they wouldn't listen, so I went over to the principal and stated my case and she wouldn't listen either. I didn't know where to turn. It was a mad house and they weren't going to listen to one 13 year old kid. I had to get my mom involved afterwards because the principal wouldn't speak to me. When my mom came down to the school the principal avoided her as well. That bitch took two hours of my life away that day.

Everyone who was behind me saw what had happened but all they could say was, "damn that was messed up" but no one would actually speak out for me. In-fucking-justice!