Let's say that my adventure started when I was about twelve, my parents were dead, there wasn't much I could when they were killed.
It was mid-summer; it was the annual family camping/hiking trip. My parents loved the outdoors while I hated the bugs the dirt and the smell of most of the flowers, but what choice did I have they were my parents, they, on the scale of good people were like Betty Croker, bringing joy to every house hold they were able to visit. I was like that except in the negative form. That's what my newest school thinks, I've been there all of two months and they have me pegged as the worst kid in the school. It's not like they don't disserve what I hand out. Plus the worst I have done there so far is challenge the teachers, a few to tick them off and some because they were doing something wrong. I did the same to the students, maybe a little more frequently, they weren't much of a challenge so it became a little boring, didn't stop me though. they wanted to fight, I fought, they pushed I pushed harder; because of this I found myself in the guidance councilor's office often they would all tell me the same thing, "You have anger problems." that was all they had to say they were wasting their breath, I knew I had problems, father was a phycologist, I'm not that stupid.
I remember one incident when my mother was called in, they had said I had assaulted someone. she knew this wasn't true, she could tell. the principle wasn't making any sense at all. there was an police officer in the room, trying to look intimidating, he was scrawny even to my mother, short, skinny, and Asian as she was, he stood, give or take three inches taller than her she, clocking at five one. I was tall for my age on five six meaning that I was taller by at least an inch. "Why is there an officer standing in on a conference?" She arched an eye brow, stoney faced. She got like that when she was upset. I got that from her.
"Officer Paul is here for the protection of every party involved including myself," he looked as if he was trying to imitate my mother, it was funny. I would laugh at this normally, but I didn't want to go up against that face, my mother, not officer P., I could care less about him.
"I don't see what could happen the only person here that is armed is Mr. Paul over there. I don't see why I'm here please explain this again to me." Gestured for him to start talking. you could tell she was irritated already.
"It has been reported that your son has assaulted one of the other students in his class. This has been taken under consideration and expulsion is on the table here. There have been multiple complaints from both students and teachers." He was really trying to imitate her, this is hilarious, I think he's turning purple.
"What exactly did my son do? On the phone you said that he threw something at a fellow student?" she ached one of her perfect eye-brow.
"He was reported because he threw a pair of needle noise plyers at a students cheek and they stabbed through his cheek. He needs a total of ten stitches your son is lucky he isn't in a police station right now." that should set her straight, he thought.
Oh. No. This isn't going to go too well...