Elena: my life stories (short stories) | book 1 | ✔️

I am a half-bad

Cody Caetano, mansion something about water half bad is! It is a person who has not grown up in a privilege lifestyle being rich and famous or being rich and prominent that being said, my family was never prominent nor rich. We had enough money to go on trips, but not enough money for me to go to college does that make me a half bad yes it does because I am basically Learning through books to learn what I have to learn and school that I would've learned in school anyway if I had gone to college, that being said being a bad starts with a buckle and it's not the belt buckle about being beaten it's usually about being having buckling knees when you find out you got in trouble!  I don't know how many times in my life my knees buckled when I was a child because number one I remember being called the satanic kid and kindergarten because I was able to read before the other kids yet I couldn't write and I didn't refuse to learn how to write until second grade that being said I was a devil child yes and I don't know how many times my knees buckled at the thought of another black dog in my school journal having to say well I fudge up and I kinda did the dog kind of thing!  
It was not fun to be in Catholic school and always being accused of God knows what prank or God knows what fight that I always getting into last time. I remember I was in first grade. I was accused of lying when I couldn't even lie out of a wet paper bag , I have to literally think twice before I write fiction. It's just mine boggling, and it was knee buckling to tell you the truth. The idea that your knees were buckling. The idea that you were going to have this dread wash over you as if you know your parents were going to piss you off in the next few days by taking away your privileges that being said I was a repeat offender for fighting pranks. I never really lied.
If I remember correctly, I was accused of faking a fever or a flu just to get the hell out of school, I remember that I was in second grade. I wasn't having it and I said I'm gonna throw up. I never threw up once in my life at that point my mother came to pick me up. I ate a cookie when I got home and got crap for eating the cookie when I should be sick to my stomach. I would never term sick to my stomach until I was a little older and well never mind.
That being said third grade I remember kicking another girl in the stomach and I think it was third grade and stuff. This kind of thing sticks with you these memories and the buckling knees as if you were kind of being the screw job yet again by teachers!
If I remember correctly, I didn't have an easy way through school socially it was either a prank or a fight I remember correctly! And this is what they like to shame you for being a repeater, defender and Catholic school they love. Do not remember the human you ever remember the old Reddit rule whenever you went into the red and it would say remember the teachers and faculty in Catholic school don't like to remember the human behind the behaviour or prank or fight. They just remember the prank and fight, and whatever else the person may have done, and scold them till they're in the face and tell them they are worthless pieces of sh*t! And stuff like that I remember I don't think I would recommend putting your kid Catholic school, especially if they have behavioural or psychological problems like I did that it's just asking for a pressure cooker to explode one day as I remember correctly when I was in the age grade they really shamed me and my DNA especially my DNA when they threatened me with a lot of places that I'm pretty sure we CIA black sites, among other places that that I remember correctly because it was pretty bad and my mother was getting very angry and very worried and I remember two weeks without video games I couldn't go on my bike until after the damn trap. What else do I remember now Simpsons and I couldn't watch my favourite shows ever again that is not an exaggeration but truth!   Well, it was a lot better than being in places that were uncouth and we're not particularly savoury for human rides so that being said, I took my lumps with my mother. I remember my father he couldn't remember. He never remember the human as he always said when the plants turned green when I talk to them, I turned green when I talk to you, I didn't know if I was to laugh or cuss him out..... He can be a real jerk at times and sometimes in this case when he said, when I talk to the plants, they turned green when I talk to you I turned green that was ignorance at bliss!  He was a shining moment that time, and I think he was drunk!

-T.M.