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It was the 8th of june, I was sitting in math class(reken les) I was six.
Doortje, my much older sister, had braided my hair in a fishtail braid that morning.
In class the end of that braid was firmly being chewed on by my molars.
I did not look up when the class door opened, paid no mind to the murmurs.
I only looked up when my name was called out. "Noortje, the principal needs to see you in his office"
My first response was to pull the braid from my teeth, and proclaim "but it wasn't me"