What is my name? Yes, you have guessed it already. People look at my last name and think, woah, swag brother what a cool last name "kicks". But then their eyes meet my first name, and each time this happens I watch their eyes slowly light up with glee as they think about how much damage they can do to my social status, to my pride, and how much they can build up their reputation by stepping on the shred that is mine. I watch my reputation burried alive in a deep hole. Yes, my name is Butt Kicks.
If you must write my name, I prefer it with the first name after the last (you know, when they go like smith, john) because then my name is Kicks, Butt. I do very much like to think of how I kick butt. Well, I dream of it. I live off how my cousin, Suave, tells me I kick butt hard, and how my mother tells me I am so special, and the other kids are just jealus of my spectacular, mind shattering name.
I'll start off with third grade. Thats when every time I walked in the room, kids would stand up and start smacking their butts with their heals, doing 'butt kicks'. The looked like tiny roosters as they hoped around in place like that. The first, I cried and ran to my teacher. This would only lead me to discover the teacher would be no friend of mine. She looked at me, smirked, then pasted a picture of a bald man with a goatte doing 'butt kicks' next to my name.
But it has been years since then, and I am now in 9th grade, and let me tell you, high school does not let you go far with a name like Butt Kicks.
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The Life Of BK
AksiFollow the life story of a young boy with a name that leads him through many adventures
