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Haruki-kun021
16/Male/United States
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Last Visit: 73 weeks ago
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So my life was pretty much great, until my 5th grade year. The first part was awesome. I had a new teacher that I liked, there was a contest to go on a feild trip to Lake Tahoe that I won, and above all, that game I mentioned before had developed quite nicely. So with all of these awesome things going on, how could things go wrong? Well... The people that we paid land rent too for our mobile home once again increased and this time my parents didn't like it. They imeadiatily started to search for a new place to live.
It didn't take long before they found a place. Diamond Creek Apartments. Now remember that this was mid-fifth grade year and I was already settled in where I was. When I told my friends Destiny, James, and Matt they all didn't take it so well. They told me they hated me and kicked me out of the Game and then left me without friends until I moved a month later. When I told my parents about the matter then told me that most of the time kids don't take things the same way as adults and they usually react differently too. I didn't take that as an excuse for me to try and still keep them marked as friends, I disliked them as much as they disliked me.
With all of that going on I'm happy to move. I ask my parents to show me where this place is but when I get there I'm not so happy. Not that the place didn't look nice, it seemed nice enough, the only issue is I got a bad feeling, a really bad one. I told my parents I didn't want to move to there, I had a bad feeling about it. They didn't listen and just assumed it was some sort of kid anxeity but that was soon proved wrong.
First off, the remander of my fifth grade year was terrible, the teacher treated me the same as the students, like I was a peice of $#!+. They avoided me and honestly I believe they disliked me because I was a pretty fat guy and I lived in a low income apartment complex. I ended up making friends with only other guy like me, a pretty fat guy that lived in the same low income apartment complex, Ian. He was an artist and comedian. He liked to make people laugh and that included me. We shared intrests and ultimately became good friends.
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