43. My Biggest Grudge
In 9th grade English, we had a potluck and I had my mom make some bomb rice pudding. Because of a late notice she ended up staying up late to finish making it. Some rice stuck to the bottom of the pot while my mom was cooking it and turned brown, this jerk in my class who was extremely loud and arrogant yelled that there was a bandaid in the pudding.
I ended up having to take practically all of it back home to sadden my mom. 5 years later and I’m still mad over it.