Story of my life-

K-2

In kindergarten, there were several spoiled ass brats, and a lot of bullies. When I say a lot, I mean a LOT. The two that were most effective were Max and Leo, two of the newer kids. They were just complete asses from the beginning of their year there, until the day Leo got expelled. To be honest, he was the braver, tougher bully. He'd throw harder toys at other kids, he wouldn't let them play with the same toys as him either. I remember once, my class was outside for recess, on the front playground. I was just walking around following the path cemented on the area. Eventually, I went to walk past Leo. I was a couple metres away from him, so I couldn't have hurt him in any possible way even if I wanted to. Two second later, he punches me smack-dead in the guts, sending me running to the primary school principal, which was our teacher at the time. His ass got kicked as soon as I told her what happened.

I was pretty much a savage at our school, since when I got in trouble I didn't really feel that bad after it. I actually felt pretty powerful. Once I heard Leo got expelled I laughed, and was just as happy as everyone else. I remember we used to have "nap time" at the end of every school day before we went home. The thing is, I never slept. Some of my friends never did either. And yet I still had to be put down for a nap when my mom and I got home. (I hated her for that)

I remember when I was about four, my parents and I were at a hotel in Viena. At the time, I desperately wanted a dog. I was expecting a big one, like a golden retriever or german Shepard. One night, my dad comes home with a strange back leather bag. Once I opened it, a little Pomeranian puppy jumped out, barking happily, her eyes sparkling. This is where parental denial came in, when I mentioned I named her "Bella" by accident. I did! I actually had the option of Snowflake, but I just muttered Bella, and my parents decided for me. (-Sigh-.. Fuckin' PARENTAL HURRIES)