My middle school is filled with pot - heads, druggies, and fake people. I know at least of them. In the sixth grade I made new friends, Collin and Dalton. They are my best friends to this day. The sixth grade was hell. I was bullied for being fat and ugly. I was retarded, and let everything get under my skin. The kid I hate most was this kid named Andre.
"No one likes you, kill yourself kid," Andre would always say when I was talking to Collin.
This happened about everyday usually until the very end of the year. Three days until my birthday, my uncle Josh died. The next day, I went to school. My friend Dalton started to fuck with me and I had enough of everything. I got so mad I threw the first punch. He acted like a pussy and started throwing my stuff around. About 30 minutes passed and I apologized for acting like a dick. I eventually had horrible grades, and I was told I was going to fail the sixth grade. If not this grade, seventh I would for sure.
