In nineteen seventy-eight I was five. There was a teacher there who seemed to take a disliking to me. Her name was Mrs Clark. I thought teachers were supposed to help and be nice. She was supposed to teach. What she taught the others was hate and bullying. She encourages them to laugh at me and to say mean things. It left me without a friend for six years. No one ever came to a birthday party after they had been invited and accepted. I only made that mistake once. My hopes were so high and I was knocked down so low.
One day my mind was made up I would start to fight back. I didn't do things openly or tell anyone what I was doing I planed and waited for my time. One day the cunt Mrs Clark went into the cupboard at the back of the class. The dumb bitch left her keys in the door. I simply walked over closed the door and locked it. I then went to the classroom door and locked it before anyone noticed her banging and shouting. While everyone was distracted I walked over to th
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23The washing machine was working fine but I was having trouble leading it. Louise had left her clothes outside the bathroom door like I had asked her to. The problem that there now was in her underwear. I hadn't realised that she had wrapped them up in her clothes so was this right for me to be handling them. They needed a wash that was for certain but she doesn't know me or vice versa. It seemed a little bit personal and a bit too familiar for me to do this. No, it's fine she wouldn't have left them for me to wash if it was a problem for her. I picked them up and tossed them in with the rest of the clothes and sat down with a fag. This is going to mess with my free time maybe she won't stay long and my life. With my eyes closed, I thought about John Cooper. This was the first time it occurred to me that his final thoughts will forever be a mystery to me. Did he think about his family and friends or were his thoughts solely on what was happening to him? My tho
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24Don’t get me wrong I liked Adam and Louise but they were everywhere I went. I went to work she walked down to meet me when I finished. I get back from the shop they are in my house. They have nowhere else to go and yes I took them in but I have been on my own forever. My mum topped herself on my sixteenth birthday just short of a year after my dad died of a heart attack. Friends are none existent so I’m happy with what I had now. Not many people are mortgage-free by twenty-one. What the fuck was I thinking promising myself that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt them. Breaking a promise to yourself is the worst thing you can do to yourself. Once a promise was broken that makes you a liar. If you can’t be honest with yourself how can you look yourself in the eye when looking in the mirror.I took what was a well-deserved break from my guests to have a look around for a new plaything. I made up my mind that I was going to the coast for a couple of nights to make a good solid pl
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