I don't remember the exact details, but I'll try to keep it accurate.
I was conversing with this kid I knew called Isaac in Math class. The topic was unimportant, and I hardly remember what led up to this, but we went back and forth on "Imagine ___"s for a good fifteen seconds, until he says,
"Imagine being a.." and his mouth formed the shapes that were clearly meant to represent the word "bitch".
And I, being the only one allowed to talk about myself like that, retaliated.
"Imagine your parents being divorced."
It was fair; they were. What was I supposed to say? It was all I could muster up in this rusty old brain of mine.
He stared at me for a moment, and I couldn't tell if he was dumbfounded or just processing the information.
"Are your parents divorced?" He asked with a slight smile on his face, one of, how shall I put it.. belief in a certain answer?
"No," I replied, barely surpressing my muscles so they wouldn't contort my face into a grin like that of a madman. They weren't, and still aren't.
He stopped for a few moments before replying, "You're a jerk." and turning back to his work. I'm still not sure if he was serious or not.