okay guys new story
i had an apple at lunch yesterday (after the fat kid felled down from the sky)
so i throwed it at him when he walked by and i called him a fatty ( ifeel bad for burning him so badly)
it was a hard apple and it cracked his skull open and a ambulance came
he died and i went to his funereal and told his momy the trooth about who his son really was.
I told her that her son was a lost soul in a world of unforgiving people and hardships, and that he succumbed to the cruelties of his upperclassmen and it made him a bitter shell of a person who could only express his anger in such a way that he became hostile with all the people he knew and loved, even his peers at his High School. I continued to tell her that he was a good kid at heart, and how being in the wrong place at the wrong time can really change a kid, be good or bad. If his upperclassmen had simply not pressured him so much, he would have turned out a fine young man who would have a large role in society, and that the only thing that would be larger than his role in society would be his heart.
THATS HOW WE DO IT IN AMERICA
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