it was a normal day and I actually felt good. witch doesn't happen very often. I was drawing a little cartoon that I love its called "Flick" its about a boy who goes through life with his best friend that he likes, but whatever. once I was finished I turned it over and left to get water outside. I came back to a torn paper and a swung open backpack, these kids were looking at my poems and pictures. "what the ******** is this s**t?" they sneered. I just silently picked up my stuff and gathered the shreds of my drawing. "get over here!" I ignored them. "b***h get over here!" I calmly walked toward the group. they pushed me down and slapped the stuff I was carrying right out of my hands. I broke. I punched that kid to the floor and looked up to see if the others were scared. they were, but not like "back off" like "stay away" the difference is that they thought I was a psychopath. im such a dumb a**
The Life of Malena
This is going to be based off of my day to day life, hilarious and depressing things like poems and stories are going to be in here so if you like to laugh and cry go ahead and check it out!