I'd start crying

I must hear this story (*-*)

So, it was in 7th grade. That was our first year of having different periods and not staying in the same desk all the time, so the whole "A different desk each class" was very new and exciting to me. As time went on I started to hate it of course. Now it's the middle of the year, my pique of hating school. I'd just walked to social studies for second period, and sat in my desk just like normal. I have a habit of crossing my legs when I sit, and because I was so tall, my legs would usually touch the underside of my desk. So I figured everything was just fine until I felt something NOT smooth touching my leg. I brushed it off, thinking it was just my jeans that were bunched up. So I straightened them out and crossed my legs again. I ignored it to focus on the lesson, but I soon grew annoyed and discomforted by it. I check under the desk to see a rather large chunk of hair (human or fake I'm still not sure) and I flip out. I jump from my desk and stare at it, mortified. (TBC)