For the boy whom I beat up on my very first day of school and for the boy who hated me so much he prayed I would fail in life but now is my best friend. ❤
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We were in 8th grade. I must have been 12. Year 2006. All was well and good until a problem came up at school in my class in the form of a boy. We’d been classmates since first grade and we had never had any problems with each other up until that year. At first he would do crazy stuff and make people laugh. Breaking rules was his thing. I admire that now when I look back. I think I was a goody two-shoes, on the outside at least, always on my toes, trying to be good enough. But that’s another story altogether. So by eighth grade, this boy had somehow managed to get himself tagged as the class brat or bully among classmates and teachers alike. Our teachers would often be exasperated at him and his antics in class. So, me having always been one to be open about…
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