In year 7, when we were about to leave the lunch hall, Kathryn got trampled on.
LMAO!

She was laying there, reaching out to me.
I just stood there in stitches as she got crushed by the people desperate to get out to lunch.
She was begging for help, but I kept on laughing.

I don't care how much she denies it, that is the story.
;)