I continued having girl friends by the age of seven...
Yes, I was a real deal of a play boy... And a bad boy...
One time, me and my friends were playing hide and sick. I knew that the other two were hiding under the teacher's table, but it was dark inside the room. I had a pencil in my hand, so I just poked them with that. Much to my great surprise, that 'poke' became a real deal.
I had pierced the other in the eye... Well, that's what they said... I didn't mean it, though. I really didn't. I mean, the guy could still see, right? I did not make him blind or something. We were just playing.
I knew then that I was screwed.
I went home... Trembling for I knew of what to become of me.
I begged my cousin to tell my mom that it was not true. In other words, I told him to lie. Fantastic, isn't it? I'm such a bad cousin. But turned out he chose not to lie and so I was totally screwed.
I received beatings from my mom. It was very painful because she used a broom and a chair to hit me. She was really pissed and angry... But I really thought I didn't deserve it. I dunno, maybe. Maybe I deserved it, maybe I did not. I mean I didn't want to cause any harm. Accidents happen!
But these are just excuses... Of course, it was a mistake.
On the other hand, my dad took it calmly. Thank goodness, he's a much worse beater than mom was.
....
Moving on, the two parties didn't go well, might've been, but I didn't want what the other party wanted me to do.
Then time passed by... I transferred from that private school to a public one.
I thought life would be good then.
But it didn't.
