It seems like the ones who make people suffer never get their reward but the ones who don't don't get anything in return. You try to be the good guy but no one seems to notice you. YOu try to be the bad guy in a situation, everybody yells boo at you. Yet with others, things are slightly different. They do a lot of bad things to you and people are alwyas on their side, having their backs. Life isn't fair. Wish I had someone who can side with me when I'm right, for once. I have to fend for myself. Maybe it's something that I did in the past, but I don't think that I should be punished for it, since I've had to deal with it for so long. I am not going to forget. One time I basically told a lie that this teacher hit me so that I could transfer out of her classes. I never liked her a bit. she always yelled at me and she often intimidated and she made jokes about it. I hated it and I cried a couple of times. Oh and in fifth grade this one guy he just happened to be a teacher that I detested. I never liked him because of the rumors I heard about him and gosh, you should see the things he used to do. He would make a mess of people's hair and people still liked him. If I were to do the same, I would have gotten suspended or something. Nobody ratted him out and I was young and didn't want to report issues like that to anybody because I was like everybody's enemy. I hated these two teachers and I cried a lot because of them. They ought to take some responsibilities for their actions, and they ought to be the ones to know better not to listen to others about who I was. Once in kindergarten I was accused of stealing crayons from the class, and as a shy boy in kindergarten who didn't talk with anybody, people would sometimes purposely stuff crayons into my backpack without my knowing it. I told my mother and she told my teacher and the teacher still didn't believe in. Now that I'm at it, I want to go far back to when I was younger. When I was in pre-school, my mother would get calls from this teacher who basically complained about my peeing in my pants and my mother listening would get sick of it. She was friends with my third grade teacher and I believe that she told her everything about me. I hated these people. I'm so glad that that school is falling apart. I once told myself that anyone who dares to curse me was going to be in a much miserable situation than I was going through.