I stuttered the first letter but pulled back the urge, the struggle to just lightly let the word slip out, for a quick and powerful blow. My inner self was screaming at me to don’t, don’t, stop, don’t do it. I was proud not to use the powerful and hurtful word, but the look of despair and rage on my sisters face opened me to the fact that I let the word slip, and to the regret of it all.

There are certain social rules that we all must follow to assure ourselves the highest of social class. These days people worry more about the social rules society has created then actual rules made by governments and towns. I have broken some of these laws occasion, and I will now tell the stories of these occurrences, and how I broke the rules.

Social rule one, keeping Snapchat streaks, this is gonna be short, I’ve never had a streak over around 8, and yes that’s bad, but I don’t really like the whole taking a picture of room and writing a red s across the screen. Moving on

Social rule two, never deny a high five. I am the firmest believer of all believers in this rule, you can ask anyone. But I still have broken this rule, but with reason. Previously that day Max Goede went up for a high five in which I shot my hand as fast and hard as I could to get the maximum high five contact. He pulled away before the contact, making me hate the inside of him with passion. Later in the day I returned the favor, so I had reason

Social rule three, respond to a text as soon as possible. I’m pretty sure everyone has broken this one, but I’ve decided to still place it in here. There’s been the occasional scenario, where I’ve seen a text, decided it’s not important, and decided not to respond. Don’t hate me. It just happens, but usually only for random texts that don’t have any important value. Moving on.

Fourth and Biggest social rule, for only people with siblings. Don’t mention big breakups when fighting with sister. My sister and I really don’t fight often, but about a two years ago, we were in a pretty big fight, I have no idea what about. The thing was, I was pretty heated, as my sister had just gone through a break up. Suddenly I had a terrible idea. I could win this fight by playing unfair. I never ever ever won fights, I was 11 and she was 15, she just had more tactics, and more experience. I thought maybe I could just mention his name, just to win this one fight. But my morales tried to stop me. I stuttered the first letter but pulled back the urge, the struggle to just lightly let the word slip out, for a quick and powerful blow. My inner self was screaming at me to don’t, don’t, stop, don’t do it. I was proud not to use the powerful and hurtful word, but the look of despair and rage on my sisters face opened me to the fact that I let the word slip, and to the regret of it all. That just made everything worse, and I lost the fight anyway. 

So those are the social rules I’ve broken, I regret all of them. But they happened. And in the end, these rules don’t matter...