This reminds of a weird kid I used to know. He used to ring our doorbell, and since our dining table is right next to a window he would stare at us as we ate. It was scary. One day he came over and invited me over to his house. So I go over there feeling bad for him, when BAM! He hit's me with a wooden pot. I got up and ran far away. The next day, he comes to my house and we don't answer. Then he leaves. Five minutes later he comes back with blood all over his face. Some kids beat him up. I still have blood stain on meh porch :c
