Contristatus means sorry in Latin, as far as Google Translate goes. Maybe not the exact word, but it means sorry. Look, I'm really, really constristatus for bullying you a couple of days ago. Everybody thinks I'm not really this mean kid, and I know I'm not a mean kid. The only thing is, honestly, I don't know what made me say that to you yesterday. I didn't think you'd take it personally. Really. I went home and cried for five hours after school and I couldn't even eat dinner or do anything the next day or today. I'm not joking, Enemy. I don't think I like you as a friend, but I want to have a mutual respect for you. I think, that if we could make up I wouldn't need to talk to you meanly again and you wouldn't have to think about me again. I also want to clear this up with you: I'm not doing this because the principal asked me to. Honestly, I don't think the principal or the teachers even know. My mom doesn't know. She thinks I had a super bad day at school the day I bullied you outside of the gym on Tuesday afternoon at two fifteen p.m. right after gym class. I teased you because you fell down in gym and lost the soccer game for our team. I'm sorry I laughed when you fell down and tripped you on the way back inside and told you that you suck at playing soccer. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
To clear up the air with you, just in the gist, I'm not mean. I've never been really mean to people a lot in my life. I was frustrated. People think I have anger management issues. Maybe. I don't know. I don't think I do. Honestly. I don't get angry and I'm really patient. But my mom, after she hears about this event, I think she's going to sign me up for an anger management class. Honestly, I think I just got frustrated. It's not like I did anything to you except trip you and laugh at you. But I didn't hurt you. I know you skinned your knee, Enemy, but you're really tough. (That's a compliment.) I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'll do anything. I realize now how terrible I actually was to you and sometimes people just get so angry when something happens they don't stop to consider anything. I don't think that you're a mean person, and you were the best in the league at soccer last fall. I know you're not that bad, honestly. I think you're also a really good person and you're good-looking, too. You're a really smart, hard-working person and you didn't deserve that you got from me. I wasn't fair to you and I probably should've controlled myself. I think I'll have to take a therapy class. And do some mindfulness. But I'm attempting those things because I saw how hurt you were and I don't want to make your life worse. I also don't want to make anyone else hurt like that. Ever.
So contristatus again to you and I hope that you'll forgive me. I'll forgive you. And if we can become good friends, then I'd like that even more. You can help me learn to do a rainbow. Sincerely and apologies,