The beginning of 5th grade I lived with my mother. I was so stupid. All I cared about was my own feelings and what I wanted. I only stayed with my mon until it got close to Christmas. Then I started a new school. I throught it was a chance for a new beginning but I was wrong. All of the kids at the new school judged me , called me names and all I wanted to do was beat them up. I never layed a single finger on them. I always let people push me around and tell me what to do. So it was ok just to let them do it. I never wanted to talk to people not even family. In the past I was scared to mess up and say something the wrong way.
