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I think I'm going to start back in.... Fourth grade! Great place to start. So um. You may not like this but here it goes, this story may change your views on me, may cause you to dislike me. But here we go, lets jump into my young life.

I remember in the 4th grade I was in Mrs.Albert's class, kick ball was the top game to play at recess nd lunch recess. One day I was playing kickball, and I was pushed by mason walling, I fell and destroyed my knees, I had to be tough I was not going to cry, or wail. So I just lay there, grunting.... A tear came to my eye, Maximus came to me and looked at my bloody legs.

"woah you can see the bone!" he said, though it wasn't the bone, it was just the skin. I was carried by two people whom I cant remember right now but as I walked to the nurse Mrs.Loyd told me I'd have stories to tell to my children when I got older, maybe she was right.

In my social life there were few people with phones but not me, I got made fun of a lot and bullied, mainly buy this one boy Jackson. he didn't like me and he bullied me, but I had to sit next to him. He would sharpen his pencils until it was super short. I never realized it was bulling because I though they were laughing with me, but they were laughing at me. I never really paid attention to it, I had always done my work and even kept attention in class I didn't have ANY friends. I was just that one guy who was just there I  had thick blonde hair and I was an adventurer, climber, runner, and I was good in class. My life was taking shape, but I had no social life at all. I did have a PlayStation 2 and I played the crap out of it, I played nfs carbon, Lego starwars, ghost recon 2008 ghost recon desert siege, and over 15 others. It was my escape from the reality that I disliked. I had a small TV and it wasn't a Sony, it was a Sanyo TV, small, and fat. The fearsome TAX test was coming soon, the big bad state test. And of course I passed. but I wasn't like the smart kids, in fact the smartest person I knew at the time was a girl named Jackie foltz (sorry if its misspelt). Keep in mid I had self confidence at the time, I wasn't afraid to ask for help, or say I was afraid. I want into music much but I did enjoy it, I was more connected to my family, and not much else. I sat across from a girl named jersey and I guess we were friends, we never fought really bad, and there was nick, and lots of fake friends that I had. No idea what I was, but I wasn't as insane as I was now.


thank you for reading this part! Be safe and I'm sorry for any grammar errors I didn't fix.

-Blaze

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