When I bashed it into the door after dashing toward it. It was the only part of me that hadn’t shriveled into uselessness after my three-day fast, so there. Concussion or not, haters will be jealous to know that it wasn’t that dumb of a move after all, because when my daze subsided, I was belly-first on the floor like a starfish, inside of my bedroom. Ha! Guess my bullies were right when they said I had a thick skull!