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this story is about my life at home which is as bleak as my acidemic life.if you have read my other story you'll understand...



this story starts in the summer before first grade at my house in rittman.i'll start off by saying that my father was abusive towards my mom.during this summer was the first time i witnessed my mothers torment and pain.my true rage is born and i black out at the age of four then regain concusisnous in my bathroom holding my fathers revolver thinking kill the bastard(father).so i return the gun to it's empty state and place where it should be and i think my mom must rid herself of him herself or were all damned to misery.



that year he threatend to kill all of us.my mom,two brothers and sister.so we ran away to my grampa's house for safety.he tried to visit us three times and was meet at gun point by my grandpa's house.we were safe.



the next few years we had to visit him but he was never there.he filled my siblings with lies that my mom was trying to keep us from them and that it was her fault.my siblings were never told of mom's abuse or the threats.untill three years ago.



now our father is in prison for not paying $50,000 in child support in ohio and attempted murder of a officer in west virgina.



thats not the end its only the begining.....

this is my story. for now it has no end.



we start off in seville elemantary school where i try my luck as a five year old hero. the sad thing is i succed but at a painfull cost.what happened was a sixth grader was beating up a person who would become my best friend.i lure the bully away with many vulgar insults and then i get him to chase me till he was tired then i hit him with a upper cut punch to the nose. after that he ran inside and said he fell playing basketball. he never bothered me or any other kindergardener again.lol.



now we move on to first grade when i was six.this is where things get worse .the first problem i have is a small group of preps start to fight with me and i choose not to fight back so i got my first ten concusions that year. then i snap on them and beat one of them up in front of his girlfriend(who dumps him right after the fight). then i find out at the end of my first grade year that im goana be one again next year. the reason is because i was getting straight A's but i was sleeping through all my classes.



now we move on to second grade. here is where a wanabe gang of 12 kids that are all a year younger start fighting me.first they try taking me on one at a time and i always win.so they all start to gang up on me all at once.now they are succesful.this last till 4th grade.when i wasnt getting beat is was in the quite room witch is like solitary.then one day it happens i snap and i black out the last thing i rember before blacking out is breaking one of their noeses.then when i come too there all either on the ground,dobbled over or bleeding.so i do what comes natural after a fight i run to the other side of the playground where i hide untill im found by a teacher who says i have quite room for the rest of the school year.



now we move to 5th grade wich was a time of peace for me so we shall me on to 6th grade where i beat my cousin into a bloody pulp for hitting a girl who was also a friend.i felt no pitty or remorse for him as it happend only rage.



7th grade i beat up three kids one is in a hallway for trying to slam me into a table.the next one for calling my mom a bitch.and the last one(my other cousin)for trying to jump me.



8th grade is another time of peace.9th grade is where im at now ill edit this story at the end of it.lol