Getting into a lot of trouble was my thing. I've been arrested many times and gotten into many issues in school. My latest arrest was when I broke into the Hardware Store. After I robbed that place, I threw all the items down, and trashed the place. I thought that I would get caught when the police investigated the place, but gladly, I didn't.
I made the wrong choice of bragging about the break-in at school, and some kid ratted about me, and the police came to question me. I didn't want to say that it was me, so I denied. I was so angry, and my impulse was getting stronger, and I couldn't control it. Peter Driscal was the boy who told on me, he is a skinny-red haired boy that is a ninth grader. I met him in the hallway and told him that he was a dead man. Of course, after school, I cornered him outside the parking lot, and gave him hell.
I'd rather be dead than living in a hell hole. Everyone in the city, including my parents, wouldn't mind if I live or die. I just want to get out away from everyone's sight, and live my life, the way I want to live it. Who cares if I die?
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