this is teh story of my first fight.
when i was in year 7 in secondery skool, I was a very different person. when I was 11, I was a complete pacafist. You may even say, I was a COMPLETE WUSS. but whatever.
as you must know, you cant have those sort of morals in secondary skool, you get eaten alive. thats exactly what happened to me. my life was hell, because i used to soak up insults like a sponge. i never took out my aggression on anyone, cos that was against my morals.
ther was this one kid who always used to bully me. a wanker called Adam gillbert. He was a complete wuss, he used to take the piss out of everyone, and then run away when they tried to kik his ass.
one time I was in the Gym, and we wer about to go home, but he started taking the piss, and ever since he had started, i gradualy started to get angrier. then i couldnt take anymore, and i lashed out.
He was totaly unprepared, and needless to say I beat the crap outa him. he neva bothered me again.
the next day, he had the nerve to get his mum to write a letter, about how he was "beaten up with no provacation at all". of course my form teacher new he was bulling me, and basicly ignored it.
maybye it was the bullying, maybye it was puberty, but for whatever reason, those ideals slowly faded away.
and thats the story of how years of gettin bullyied tuned me into the hate filled, world hating psycopath you now see.
