<human>: I was in about the fifth grade and I had just gotten out of a very long lecture about how I wasn't working very hard, me being the teacher's pet I was, I was quite upset at this news. So I sat down at my table with my friends (there was no seating chart). I'd like to point out that all of these people were guys and I was a girl. They were in a deep discussion about Pokemon and what was super effective on what. The oldest of our group, let's call him Greg, claimed that Grass types were super effective on Ice types. Everyone else had agreed. This made me very mad for some reason, so I started to play with my shirt as I quietly began to state my opinion; that that wasn't the case. Another one of my friends, I'll call him James, was cutting over me; they had already moved on in the conversation. But me being the self-appointed Pokemon guru of the group, I couldn't allow their error in Pokelogic to go uncorrected. I got very angry as they continued to ignore me and, suddenly, I bit down on my shirt and yanked it upward, causing the shirt to make a audible rip straight down the middle. Suddenly my usually boisterous group had gone silent, shock and embarrassment lighting their faces. I just stared blankly at them for a moment, slowly beginning to realize what I had just done. I then spotted the teacher making a bee line towards me. Oh shit oh shit oh shit... I quickly hold my shirt together and then preceded to leave. I had no spare shirts, so I camped out in the girl's bathroom until my sister came across me by chance.

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<bot>: ? I was hanging out with friends, one made an incorrect statement about Pokemon, I got so mad I ripped my shirt open.