Once apon a time, when i was 5 i met this boy at school and his name is jerry and we started talking and then we became bestfriends/brother and sister. Then we went to first grade and were both in the same class. Next we went to second grade. when we went to second grade we were put into different classes. So when i was angry i had one really to talk to besides my mom. That is not the point. SO i would just take my anger out on people we they had nothing to do with it. Then when i went to 3 grade we were in the same class. So i told him how bad 2 grade was and he once told me that just because you are mad you can't get mad at the world if and because they have nothing to do with it, and just because i am not in the same class as you does not mean that i am not with you and there is other people that you can talk to besides me. Now we are in the 4 grade and we are in the same class. When someone tries to bully me or mess with me jerry is always there for me.
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rayah Joined: Apr-16-2021 |
