This is my life story.
Once I was six just like the rest of you all at some point, I played games ran around and worked and helped parents compared to the children of today. I was six when a elementary school wouldn't except me because they had to many Vieiras there, who just always messed around, they said they didn't want to have anymore haulagans. I was a kid who missed behaved back then, I was a kind and gentle kid, but that all changed when I moved to Fort Bragg, California. I was seven now and in kindergarten learning and taking my time. One day at recess a kid keeper scratching at my back, I asked nicely even if he could please stop never did. So here's what I did, gave him one last warning and he didn't stop, I turned around and popped him one right in the face, he started bleeding and I felt so bad, I even offered taking him to the nurse. He let me tag along and I told the whole truth to the principal and he did the same, got after school detention for a few weeks. It was worth it in the end, cause me and that kid, let call him (Kyle in the story), became best friends. Throughout my whole kindergarten through 5th grade I never had to hit anyone again.
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My True Life Story
General FictionA boy named Philip Vieira is a poor young teen, around 15 or 16, He go's to school and gets picked on a lot, and struggles. Read this and understand more.
