Everything And Nonsense

Bad

One was blind, one couldn't walk well.

They were my best friends. My grandparents fought a lot, and I always threatened to run away. "You'll have one less Lopez if you keep fighting!", I'd always say. Of course, I never meant it. Or maybe I did. The mind of a 5/6 year old is confusing. My grandmother couldn't really walk. Or at least, it was very hard for her to. My grandfather had this thing called "Macular Degeneration", meaning something was wrong with his eyes. Even now I still don't know what it means. These two old people were apparently expected to take care of a rowdy little girl while dealing with things like this. And they tried their damndest to take care of me. Now, because of what happened with my mom, I was showing out and being awful in school. In kindergarten I was peaceful. Almost perfect. But 1st grade was what started my reign of terror. Now that I really understood what jail was, I was furious with my mom. So I started being a jerk. It didn't help that my teacher, Mrs. Montoya, was equally as awful. She would keep me from field trips, stole my pet turtle and renamed her "Speedy" (her name was something along the lines of Tory or some stupid shit.), and was all around evil. These boys would terrorize me at school. I was told they do it because they liked me. Who ever decided that rule? It's essentially normalizing abusive and toxic relationships. I never believed in it. But there were 4 people that liked me. These kids were kind. They were my friends. I met 3 in kindergarten. Arwen, the girl who cried a lot, Serenity, which as her name suggests, she was always calm, and Elizabeth, who ended up being very important in my life. Arwen and Serenity were my first friends. We played together and liked to pretend we were a family when it was recess. I remember Arwen busting her face when she went down the big yellow slide face first. We didn't see each other again after kindergarten. I met Elizabeth and realized she lived next door. She amd my grandparents were the only people I knew in our neighborhood. Well, aside from this nice man named James. He was always so kind to us. He moved out. Where was I? Oh yeah, my bastard arc. I beat up this one kid for talking bad about my mom. She called her a "jailbird" and said that "I'd end up like her". So I punched her in the face. They had to call my grandpa to pick me up. I felt no remorse for the kid. Nowadays I'd feel bad. Lots of kids hated me. I ran out of the classroom, yelled, and pissed everyone off. My uncle was pretty mad. He had been in and out of jail, and wasn't too fond of me starting to get in trouble too. Eventually Mrs. Montoya, the nefarious pest, tossed me out of her class. I spent the rest of my 1st grade year with Mr. Garrett. He was much nicer and understood what I was going through. He sat me down with this girl named Niyol. She was very shy, but talked to me all the time. Eventually we became friends. One day, I discovered the weird but amazing website known as YouTube, and oh God did I fall even worse. Well, not really. I started watching two sorta small channels. Tobuscus and Markiplier. Now I absolutely loved these guys. I decided then and there that I'd start a YouTube channel, and dreamed of being famous. I came up with a channel name. Get ready:

...Madi1234SkyKid.

Yeah, just let me die in a hole right now. Anyways, as 2nd grade approached, I was unbearable. A little monster. And where do you send bad people? To a place far away. Which is where my grandparents sent me.