Story Of My Life

Page 7 Being Rebel

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2003 11 here where my rebel life start been alive a side i never knew i will have i hit one time a kids that was like 8 or 9 that we fight and hit him hard with a  Car belt that i find on the street don’t tell me where i got it front because i don’t know who left it there i just know i get that and hit him after one day i feel so bad what i do and tell him sorry and to forgive me he accept it and we where friend again another time there another guy that we fight so hard that i lost at that time but since he always past thought my home at specific time i wait for him with a big rock till he past with his bicycle and when that time come i hit him so hard in the head that i see a little blood on him and bump and run to my place after that day he never mess with me again and respect me i knew i was becoming a bad rebel kids feeling i never have before even in school i fight 2 times till a point that one time a boy a put his head on the teachers desk that how bad i was and tell him to say at loud to not mess with me and tell me sorry he did it but them he got a knife and if i never run hard i will never be alive again and i know i been close to dead more than one time i used to it.

Also there another rebel time of me when i was jealous that she kiss the pretty boy and she say she will kiss both her name was Criseli she was a nice girl but i was so mad she don’t kiss me that i let my emotion win and steal her a kiss she snap my face and say i will cut your tongue she get inside home came with a scissors ready to cut it and i run fast i can to my place and close the door before she cut me my home was in front of her place so is more easier for me to run.

I was becoming i bad kids in trouble always to a point i skips home to be with my my friend since there a hole in the back of my home and respond to my mom when she break my play station one yu-gi-oh CD game and jumping into walls with friends even smoke one time in my whole life with my friend but i say i don’t like this shit taste bad and never try one again i even don’t know how to smoke it right i did it the run way i remember also the time we put fireworks to a neighbor home and one name search feet because is follow you (busca pie) and almost hit me if i don’t climb a wall i was turning into a bad tiquere even to a point that i steals one time in a stored candy with my friend to eats i say this is so run we can not cross the line he say put it on your pants and pretends nothing happen in a time there no alarm when you go outside and eats the candy i was happy we got outside without trouble but inside i knew this was run and we was eating a candy feel with poison in a point that this can cost us jails and he knew it but but tasting sweet can taste bitter some times when is run we only did it one time and never again.

I pick my own poison and nothing can kill me like the damage only that poison can do to me…

This is my feeling …

But something a twist change everything …