>Be me >In 6th grade >Thought I liked some grill >Changing classes in hallway >Have Billy in front of me and grill behind me >Billy is doing huge arm swings >All I care about is getting to class >Late=Death, so I speed up >Looking ahead, don't notice billy >Slam balls into Billy's hand I double over in pain, and yell the secret word in front of grill [spoiler]First letter of sentence[/spoiler]