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PandaGuy wrote:

Animeboy975 wrote:

PW132 wrote:

Remember kids, getting punched gives people sunglasses! So kill people with sunglasses

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Little kids hate me and i hate them too. But this song plays in my mind when i give them a piece of my mind.

I act like i'm the joker at school, but everyone think's its stupid.

Yeah, I know how you feel. That's sorta what happened to me.

1st grade: Everyone loved me and my sense of humor. They even told me I should become a comedian!

2nd grade: Some people still liked my sense of humor, but some thought it was annoying and began to hate me.

3rd grade: People made fun of me sometimes and I was starting to be bullied a bit. Don't get me wrong, though, a lot of people still liked me.

4th grade: Some still liked me, but I kinda acted weird sometimes. I look back at it and shake my head sometimes.

5th grade: All the people that hated me started not hating me (a few even became my friends) and my jokes weren't dumb anymore. In fact, more people laughed at them and I got more friends. Loads of friends in fact. That's where it all ended.

You died before 6th grade?  Did you get sick, or was it that last kid who didn't stop hating you?

WindowsExplorer wrote:

fireheartocean wrote:

Let's see...

Once, at school, some kids were having some conversation about the little kid who tried to lift the 8th grader. xD So, then, this little kid comes up to us and laughs. "A little tiny kid trying to lift an 8th grader?" And she started acting like she was in 8th grade. Her older sister finally made her stop. >__<

And then, another time, there was a 5 year old in our art class. We had to take a survey for the first class. (They wanted to know our hobbies and things we were best at.) Unfortunately, my friend was sick that day. So the 5-year-old sat by me. I didn't mind at first. Then, she started bragging. "I'm really good at math, you know! I can add 4 + 4 now. I'm also started (She was 5 and didn't have very nice grammar.) multi-pluck-ation! I can multi-pluck everything by one now. I bet you can not!" she bragged. "I learned my maths by mommy and daddy. They teached me."  :{ She drove me CRAZY! "I am good at arts, too. Really good. I teached myself! I am so good at arts, wanna see?" And it went on like that for a while, but I can't stand typing this terrible spelling and grammar.

And then, another time. This time, it happened at the beach on a cold, foggy day. But not only the little kids. The whole family! D: My three cousins and I had just built a huge sandcastle.    We wanted to see if it survived the ocean tide! My cousin had built a deep moat (We found water at the bottom of it!) and another cousin and I had built a nice, thick, wall. The other cousin was working on jumping on the land that the castle would be built on and making it flat and strong. After we had built the castle, we went inside (All of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and my parents rent this beach-house for a week each year.  ), proud of our work. Then we played Nancy Drew and got Nancy killed by jumping off of the carousel.    Sweet, sweet memories. Ah yes, those were the times. Anyways- before the sun had even set in a crimson sky, a family came up to our castle. Looked harmless enough. Then, the little boy shot it with a Nerf gun repeatedly! The father starting kicking the sides of our castle! The little girl kicked the castle! D:< (And then she fell in the moat, and I almost laughed.) Then she tore apart the sides of the moat! I ran outside, going to the castle and pretending to cry. "Oh no!" I said, loudly, the family still in hearing range, "MY SANDCASTLE IS RUINED!" I started patching up the sides of the castle. Yeah. So, those are my experiences. -__-

Sheesh, that's a long list!

Yes. Yes it is.