My name is Ramone... I haven't really been here that long. I'm 6 and I've been here in Chicago Illinois for 3 years. People say I'm really smart... others say I'm a freak... I have friends though. Their names are, Sam, Mark, and Freddie. We all have play-dates or whatever almost every day. 5th grade is stressful though... people calling me names, Retard, four-eyes, idiot... they call me all these things... I just can't stand it... My friends are always there for me though. They all tell me they are allergic to bees... how that is important I dunno, but they always bring it up. I live with my Grandparents. They took me to where they live when I was three for some reason. I think they left me. I can't think of their names though. I can't remember their faces either. All I do remember though is their voice shouting Ramone...
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You Only Live Once
TerrorYou Only Live Once: Have you ever thought of life... and how it may end at any time? What about family and friends going away... Is that really important?...
