9/10/08
By Aidan
O.K. I know says Steven but everybody calls me Steve and so will you and if you don’t met me by the dumpster at 12:00. Now you think I’m violent well I’m not well o.k. I am but I wasn’t always, and this story explains it.
I was 12 years old at that age I was innocent, sweet and always played by the rules. I had parted hair and had boxy glasses with tape in the middle. I didn’t start getting bullied till 6th grade but it was verbal. Things like four eyes, momma’s boy and things like that so I ignored it. Then I went to 7th then people got violent not really violent but things like stuffing me in lockers and putting me in dumpsters. My home life wasn't helping ether. My dad was always drunk, my brother was high and my mom ran away. One day it was the straw that broke the camels back. The last straw was one day at school a boy walked up to me and punched me in the family jewels. From all the anger that was built up inside of me I exploded and I started to beat up on him like punches in the face hands around the neck and face slapping things like that. From then on I was a revenge machine. Who ever had teased me or bullied me before was getting beat up. I ditched the glases roughed up the hair an "boom" instantly a stud.
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4 comments:
woah, this is really intense. It'll be interesting to see were you go with it, but i like it :)
◘♣NICE STORY also i cant wait till pigskin 2 ─☺☺☻○○◘◘◘YYY◘◘♣
○○○I was creeped keep it uppppppp ○○○♣☻☻☻☺☻♣
Hello, Stephen's Story has great possibility. This sounds like one bitter kid! We need to edit dialogue by treating each speaker's words with quotation marks and proper paragraphing. This is a story for which I am interested in seeing the conclusion!
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