A lot of people think that I'm a troublemaker, but the truth is, I just hate strawberries. Last time I went to the store with my mom, I smashed a whole packet of strawberries and lot of the people looked horrified. I didn't think much of it until my mom came over to me, looked down, and said, "Adam James Smith, that is bad behavior. We don't smash strawberries. You can smash them when we get home, but not here. Do you understand?"
I didn't. I don't know what the big deal, its just strawberries. Not a precious thing, everybody has to cherish. But one day, I saw the same strawberries and I just wanted to smash it again. I looked at it for 5 minutes straight, and then something clicked inside my brain. This strawberry is like a human. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean I can go over and smash it, there will always be other people that will like strawberries. Just like humans. Us humans like and dislike people. But the people that we dislike, will almost always have people that like them, or love them.
Sorry for the short chapter, it's my first story. But @flare242 helped me write this. Also, this is a fake story.
