[Shark]

Lets see...in the first grade, every male in the 1st grade attacked and beat the crap out of me with rocks and sticks, rendering my left eye blind for life...yet I don't have the names of any of those damn kids. All of it happened because I was wearing glasses to school. Since that day, I been wearing contact lens instead.

1st, and 2nd grade, my nemisis is this damn psyco kid named Donald (see the thread about cooking puppies? Thats the kind of thing he'd do.). He's the one who aranged to have me beaten by every male in 1st grade one day. Last I heard of him a few years ago, he got shot dead robbing a gas station. I knew it would happen one day, and frankly and honestly, I'm happy to hear it. Yes I have issues for someone who made me blind in my left eye for life, AND scared me for life from a beating.

3rd grade, there was this 4th grader girl who used to beat the hell out of me. And me, a gentelman would never hit a girl. Over the years, I've seen her plenty of times and she was being friendly. I think she just had a crush on me, and showed me by beating me sensless O.o

5th grade, was this...overweight kid, who beat the hell out of me (mainly attacking me from behind so I couldn't run). He attacked me every day at school. On one of the last days of school, I insulted him, fat jokes and all, and ran. I didn't mean any of them, but hey, he was a bully, so yeah O.o Few minutes later, I noticed he was in the same spot I left him, looking sad. So I walked up, apologized, and we became friends (even though I never heard an apologee from him, I figured who cares, as long as I wasn't getting beat up anymore).

6th grade, was more of a rival. One that I actually enjoyed street fighting with. He never cheaply attacked me, and wouldn't fight me if I didn't feel like it. That big kid from 5th grade usually tried to protect me, but he learned that I liked fighting this rival of mine, so he usually just watched.

Outside of school, I had one enemy, a real sicko. Made my first grade enemy a saint. This teen made me afraid to leave my house, or he'd run me over with his bike. When I was 10, he grabbed me once, and threw me off the second story balcony of an apartment complex. He even made me watch him beat a cat to death with a baseball bat. He tried to drown me in the apartment swimming pool. He loved busying me out into traffic. A car did hit me once, just as he hit the breaks, and I was flung into the hood, but all it did was bruise my leg. He even got a few friends and took me to the train tracks and got my foot stuck in the tracks when a train was coming. They ran. Some guy who lived nearby and saw that helped me get out before the train arrived. It wasn't too far away, but it wasn't close enough to be dramitic.

Last I heard of him, he got himself into trouble with some guys, who broke his legs, and he's been confined to a wheel chair. He moved to California after that. When he came back, I heared he became a Christian, and a total saint. But I think it's an act -.- Once a murderous psycho, always a murderous psycho the way I see it -.-