As I wish {the second part of my autobiography}. ✔️

Grade eight

In grade 8 I was the odd ball out.   Why because I had an IQ that was me on the moon I also wanted to be an FBI agent and I wanted to re-create things like jigsaw puzzles and stuff something that normal kids my age won't do they would be partying and doing retarded stuff like drugs and alcohol and smoking in south stuff that I consider retarded. And I read a lot something that they didn't think was too trendy. I thought what they were doing was pretty dangerous and reckless. I never went to a party since I was 11 years old and I didn't give a shit. Excuse me for using the word are but I had to use that word to get a point across that they were their shit was stupid stuff.   I remember my mother always and I hated her for this still to this day as she is laying in the ground. I still hate her for this the only reason the only time I hate her she forced me to go to these fucking parties forced me to fit in something that I didn't want to do. I don't know how many times we have classed over this. And I soon clash over my classmates over this and that's one of the name-calling and the bullying started Even I got into fights. I am a mean fighter if I have to be scrappy or skilled it doesn't matter I am fight like a bastard. Because of great day I go out and do a lot of far is particularly with a girl named Alex dupius  oh she was a royal piss.   I remember saying hearing her say I was gonna be a bag or instead of an FBI agent she was using a Pakistani accent trying to piss me off as if two refer to my heritage or my skin colour and I found that very offensive I remember crying for three days because of that and my mother was going to kill that girl. Never got along with Alex Dupuis in my whole life and not do I give a shit. She was nothing more than a drug addict and a bagger her self. Why because she's that kind of person takes one to no one and I am obviously not one. And then there was a time I called her house a rundown ugly shack and other stupid fights regarding two.
I remember also an hour is a great day that I saw the first picture Jager Hoover John Edgar Hoover who was the first head of the FBI the founder of the FBI he looked handsome and that was the first time I ever had a crush on anyone even though he was posthumously a crash. It was very strange. I had found a series of them not just romantic but otherwise. It was like to work with him and shared it was very interesting to see what it was or I want to do under his tutelage if he was alive still.
I remembered that I wanted to be the female version of him and the 21st-century version of him who would go and get rid of the wrongs of the world and stuff even though he was also asked burgers as well as I probably figured out one I will watch the movie and Radish box they most likely had asked burgers some thing that I was diagnosed with one hours 13 years old was Asperger's. So I most likely like graveyard girl but not like career wise just personality wise because of my ass burgers. Ass burgers is a form of autism which means you're very smart and intelligent you got something between your ears but you're a little odd or sometimes inappropriate at times.   Like you're socially inappropriate or you're socially awkward and stuff that was what he was he had a stutter one he was a little kid I couldn't stay and I was very not communicated of when I was a kid. Something that was similar were well there be a stutter or a communication disability I just think we have things in common. It was very interesting that he had to take Speech therapy to get rid of his starter. That he wrote about the news in his diary something that I did when I was younger when I was a new town. Newshound meeting someone who's a fan of the news at the time I would write about what was going on in the world and what was going on in my world something like what he did.   
Was I gonna have my hair slick back now but I was trying my best with hair gel but I couldn't do it because I had a special kind of hair that only Asian people can have yes I found out I was in here and through having a DNA test done on my spit and found out I was Tibetan and stuff and Bhutanese and other things that's Himalayan and central Asian. Basically the whole Tibetan empire is in my DNA as well as Iran. Another thing that I have to show people and prove to you that I am not a fucking terrorist that I can break malls and screw stereotypes to the point where they don't exist anymore.
But one hour was in kindergarten to grade 8 I was called Packy stupid Arab and other shit and retarded Iranian and other things like that because of 911 but just because of the things that I didn't like about me. That was the main reason why I was bullying name called I remember there was a black kindergarten trouble a lot his name was restaurant as in Christianity and Christian always was bullied and he did the bullying to. And I remember another coloured girl named jail who always got bullied I was not very much of a saint when it came to that department I elbowed her in the gut why did I get this shit for that.   Yeah Jill was still being my friend that was good even though I nearly she ruptured her spleen.    It was funny to see how I was very strong but I wish it didn't have to go through that way I should've watched my Strank's. As far as what I did I read books from the library particularly FBI training manuals and law books that were old and dusty in the back corner of the library because my mother took me out of recess and had me recess exempt.  Yes that's how bad the bullying was I soon was becoming a lawyer in my own way and I learned about my dear friend technics FBI agents used to get answers out of people good car bad cop and all that stuff but I ended up wind ultimately that was when I got a taste of it and I wanted to be an FBI agent. I wrote letters to the FBI so many times that year that the teachers also became my enemy I am in and out with more enemies and Jager Hoover himself. It was pretty sad when you're 14 years old you have more enemies in a 70 year old. But that's the way the cookie crumble's. When I got home I would clam up and do a jigsaw puzzle thinking that one day maybe I might reconstruct a pipe bomb or something to help when I can use against a unabomber like idiot. so I get more jigsaw puzzles and anyone else there even a jigsaw at it wouldn't even be able to trap me because I was doing everything I got to the point where I was able to do them within a day I did them since I was 14 years old until I was 17 years old they were addicting.