so back to fifth grade. I was sort of a troublemaker, a enemy-maker, because I said a lot of offensive things to people. I got into arguments with those kids. eventually one of the girls in my class decided to sneak my glasses away from me when i wasn't in class and hid it somewhere else. she had two other accomplices. my teacher did not believe that one of the girls would do a thing like that, and that girl was the one that i hated the most. when i looked at her, she would glare at me. i was nice to her initially but then somehow we got on each other's nerves. that's how it started with most of my classmates. The more they got to know me, the more i exposed my other side to them, which wasn't a very kind, nice side of myself. I was trying to be myself in that i acted goofy and sounded like a total fool. that's what my teacher said all the time. You... acting like a fool! He yelled at me a couple of times and said he didn't care when one of the girls pitied me. He was like,"Too bad." Then he resumed teaching. I was mad. I wanted to plot my revenge.