This is how it all happened. In sixth grade, I went to this new school, basically. I did not want to be in any of the classes that these people were in. And guess what I did? I told everyone to shut up, mistreated them, called them names, and acted like a really mean person. I was always "in a bad mood" to them.
Every time my neighbors talked I would tell them shut up and then they would be like what the heck is his problem? And one time when a girl corrected me I got mad at her and she's like what is wrong with you? We just corrected you. I just felt like getting mad everyday because I did not like the people and I thought that they were not as intelligent. Because I underestimated them, I got in a lot of trouble. From then on, I stopped but they could not forgive me because I've done way too much. I was sent to the dean and counselors a lot and they would have really long talks with me. I felt like it was a waste of time, but hey actions have consequences. I've made a lot of enemies. One of them pulled my pants down in the locker room, another would shove and poke me, and one time one of them locked my backpack and I had someone unlock it for me. I was fortunate to have run into some of my friends who were a grade lower than I was. (This happened in seventh grade. That's when I started being nice, but no one could accept the new me).