Before this story begins I have a few questions for all who will read this. Have you ever had a secret you couldn't share? Have you ever had a life that you were afraid for? Have you ever had friends or family that have no clue who you really are? If you answered yes to all of these questions then you have some idea of what this story is about, these are the writings of a free runner who gained and lost everything in a heart beat. I was your average middle school kid, I was new so a few jerks thought they could mess with me, they were dead wrong, I hate punks and bullies, and I don't believe any of that bullshit talk about bullies have issues, well of course they have issues but that doesn't mean you give them everything they want, I was talking to my friend Mcaylla who in a good way is desrcibe as Asian with jet black hair, and a small form. We were talking by the lockers about how we both get mixed up with our two friends getting together then breaking up the next day. A guy with a crew cut, small build, and really annoying attitude came up to me and asked "Hey why you hang'in out with her?" I shot him a look that said (back off) I said "We've been friends for a long time, and that's none of your business, so back off." he got mad and grabbed my hair which was slightly curly because I was trying to let it grow, into the lockers. I grabbed his wrist pulled it back, slammed it to the ground and put him in a Kimora submission that I learned in jiu-jitsu I bent my head closer to his ear and whispered "If this happens again, you won't have an arm." I let go and told Mcaylla "Come on lets get outta here." as a crowd was starting to form around the guy on the floor. Yup that was my first couple weeks there, okay so I wasn't that new but to most of the people I was still new. Man they were wrong.