Every once in a while, I sit awake so long that I decide I might as well do something semi-productive so that I don't feel like my entire night was wasted without anything to show for it.
I guess this qualifies as semi-productive in my book, because this is the only idea I could come up with at this time.
For shits and giggles I changed all the names of people involved in my wonderful story.
Chapter 1: Fifth Grade
Fifth grade was like a dream, I was the perfect student, teacher's pet, my mom worked at the school so I had a personal hidey hole when things weren't going well, and I had friends.... Oh so many friends. Victor was my first "best friend". I had friends before him, but we connected on a whole other level. Even when we pissed each other off, it was a short walk to forgiveness. We formed a "lunch bunch" that ate in my mother's classroom. Everything was great and then I noticed the opposite sex. I instantly developed a huge crush on "Laura". However, Laura only had eyes for one man, Justin Timberlake. Being a shy little kid, I decided that my love for Laura was a lost cause and instead of meeting the challenge head on, I professed my love in private and slowly let the flame burn itself out. Meanwhile, "Erika" lets slip that she LIKE likes me. Word comes around to me and I immediately go into my shell. I mean what does a fifth grader do with a girlfriend? I was completely clueless in the department of the opposite sex and afraid to ask for help. Instead I shut the world out and whenever someone asked me if I LIKE liked her back, I'd respond with a feeble, "I don't know." Needless to say, by the time I worked up the courage to ask her out the ship had sailed and she had moved onto another guy in our class. The rest of the school year went relatively uneventful, thus wrapping up one of the better years of my life.
Chapter 2: Middle School
Middle School was Hell on Earth. Due to zoning issues, all my friends from elementary school went to another middle school, putting me back in square one with friends. Victor and I still continued to hang out, but he lived a good hour away from my house which made our hang outs few and far between. I did manage to meet "Raivo" who went on to become my best friend throughout middle school. Raivo and I had band class together, where we were mercilessly picked on by "Rick". Rick wasn't the only one to pick on us, but he was the one that stood out due to his determination to target us. Raivo and I both played the trumpet and were pretty good at what we did, unfortunately, Rick also played the trumpet and sat a few chairs down from us, making us easy prey. The typical treatment was name calling which resulted in public humiliation. One day, near the end of my sixth grade year Rick must have been feeling particularly viscious and decided he wanted to slap me around, literally. After swallowing what little pride I had left and finishing the class without another hitch, Raivo and I were packing up our stuff when Raivo decides to wrestle my music book from my hands. Our match went without a winner as the book slipped from both our hands and landed right on the feet of Rick, who picked it up and threw it in my face. I had finally had enough, my rage boiled over and I punched Rick in the face. However, as he took my punch and blood poured from his lip, my rage turned to terror and I turned tail and ran. Luckily for me, Rick only gave chase for a little before crying and getting the teacher. Life continued to be terrible after this event as well. Rick's friends tormented me for another year, before getting bored. I always felt isolated in middle school, even with Raivo's company. Raivo wasn't much of a friend though, as he and a few other would gang up on me with ridicules and painful words.
Chapter 3: High School
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