Ima bored..... Wait a minute, (snaps finger paws) I just remembered. Ma stupid decisions (stowy tieeeme) yea I know I know I know but, I want to everyone to know me a little more about me for real. Where to start with, oh yes something interesting and releatable. I remember this one crazy day, I was 5 or 6. As always ya have to wake up from a dream or nightmare, but instead of waking up on your side of the bed, I woke up with my arms pinned to my sides cause I was tangeled up in my blanket falling off my bed face first. Took me half an hour to get myself untangled. After that I realized both my arms were not in control cause lost blood flow to them, then I got up with no arm control. Seconds later I stumbled down the stairs cause I was too tired to even see the steps cause it was 6 or 8 in the morning, I think I had stairs that circled down. Luckly. The house had a lot of carpet and the fact that there were pillows to break my fall. Before I knew it I was being dropped off at school. Not sure what happened during that mystierious period of time but I knew it had to do with getting ready for school. Not much happening during class but at lunchtime. I'd run to this giant Hill with a huge playground and sat on the side of it. While I was eating burgers and fries, a kid I knew came and sat with me. The kid that sat with me was THE SCHOOL BULLY we had a long history of.....well......fights, usually what would happen is that he would plant my face into my food and call me a D** s**t and punch me in the gut, but he didn't. His level of calmness kinda scared me a little. He was the kind of person who was never happy. I stood up to leave buuuuut, he grabbed my arm. He looked at me and said "your dead". Okey him saying a threat like that scared me sending shivers down my spine. As the lunch bell rang for recess, he as in Magel stared at me as kids ran passed me and him. Then he vanished into the crowd, I thought telling on him was right, but he'd have my head for it. Later that school day, I worried and realized later scootering home, I'm fine he's trying to get into my head and fall for his sick twisted game, as I finished realizing stuff, I hit a crack in the sidewalk and sent me flying tumbling like a rag doll flopping like a dolphin. Luckly again, I only srcaped my hip pretty bad but, what could've happened woul be a lot worse than what did. Fast forwarding to late evening to 10 or 11, Magel and his side kicks try to gang up on me again, but I know the drill, pull hair, kick their guts and free style a bit. I know that sounds bad buuuuut, they have it coming. Then I grab my stuff and go home.

This was an occasional thing that happened before I moved.

Thank you for reading a glimpse of my past.
And thank you for reading all the way through.

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