Chapter 2

lets start in fifth grade. my teacher sucked. bullying started. and life started sucking. but i somehow survived fifth grade. my teacher, not using names, but she was fresh out of college. you know who you are. if one person talked, and think about it, its fifth graders, theyre going to talk. but she would punish the whole class. and when you have a boy with severe adhd, thats going to be very often. like, every day often. fifteen minutes of walking or running. every freaking day.

not to mention the constant yelling. she was like a big sister who hated your guts. she hated chocolate. she hated animals. and we are pretty sure she hated kids. as my mom says, she was more of a drill sergeant than a fifth grade teacher. there wasn't a single parent that wasnt in the principals office to complain. including mine. turns out, she was there another year and then "quit". then she had a kid! she hates kids, yet she had one.

i had like, four friends. we are going to use initials to show names here, because i have no idea if they want to be mentioned, but they will be anyway. my friends were mmb, r?v, lms, p?m, and mjov. so five, not four. anyway, everyone had their own "partner". it was mmb and r?v, lms and mjov, and p?m and me. 

well, my partner and i had been friends since like kindergarten. but ever since third or fourth grade shed hated my guts. i dont know why, but im guessing its because thats when i started becoming an outcast.

Author's Note

more to come, hold on