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My mistake

                                                                                    I did a crime.

I know why i am here. I killed someone. I actually killed someone and it all happened in school. I was  angry that day.

Yesterday, i was at school. It was a monday. I sat in the back of my class like usual. I sat in the corner of the fence during recess like usual. I get bullied daily like usually. Monday, i was tired of the violence. During lunch, i was the perfect target for them. They walked towards me. They called me names and slammed my face in my food. They say that's its my fault. My fault for what? My fault for being in their way? I was never in their way. They were in MY way. I got tired of their games that day. I fought back. It was a mistake.

There was two girls and three boys. The biggest bully name was Alex. He had brown hair and dark eyes. He would always wear jeans with a lumber jacket. He was dead now. I killed him. The two other boys were Jack and Mathew. They both wore t-shirts and swore the most. One wore a black beanie. The other was blonde. The two girls never fought with me. They just called me names. One of them wore a blue skirt with black tights and a pink hoodie. The other wore jeans and a blue sweater. I never knew there names. Apart from one. Sophie. They were all spoiled brats and deserved to die. I was only doing self defense, but the staff in the hospital did not like that.

I talked to them once about the story. They did not know if i was supposed to be sent to a juvenile prison or a rehab center. They wanted me to do therapy lessons. To find out more about what to do with me. This people were pathetic. Idiots. They only cared about my actions, not my background. They did not try to understand why i did it. It was easy for them to point at me by the finger, i was once again the perfect target for their pathetic games. I would rather die than have anyone's pity.

This is not my story. This is our story. The lost ones. For anyone that does not understand society. For people that are hiding in the shadows waiting to die. There is another option. There is always another option. I just chose the wrong one.