When I was a kid, I was alone. I still am. Let me tell you a little something. Back when when I still went to daycare, none of the supervisors who worked there cared about me. It got as bad as the kids taunting and laughing straight in my face and the teachers were standing right there. But they didn't care. One day while getting joked at, I screamed loudly. They weren't touching me. But the emotional pain hurt just as much as physical. I lived across the daycare and I told my grandparents about it and they said they heard me. But they didn't care.
My mom was also a drunkard. She would promise me things would get better but it was well the opposite. I didn't have dicipline and I didn't know better. So the next day, when we were in line for sleeping bags for nap time, I wrapped my hands around the boys neck and tightend my grip. He gasped loudly as I choked him. Everybody freaked out and I never went back to that daycare. I was glad though. I didn't have to deal with bullying everyday anymore.
That flashback haunts me to that day. But alas it has helped me become who I am today. Today I live in Anneau, Russia. Attending highschool-or-hell, I would like to call it. Today's the last day of school. Oh how I hated school, although I could never hate the journey that began my white-flamed destiny. Im Alexandra Konstantinov.~
Александра Константинова
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