Life Story At School's

The Naughty Child

[>POV Lyan<]

As a result of often bothering others, sometimes I am called a bad boy. Nor bad.

Why is it called bad by my friend, because my mind accepts friends without caring anything.

Although I am annoying, but I am also kind to others. Unfortunately others thought that I was just pretentious to care.

"Help wrong, Find trouble, Who's it. Which is always wrong in their minds, just want to say.want to know you."

The naughtiness I still remember was that at school, there I made my friend almost in pain. Rich is not naughty it's bars.

I am lazy to say plain child, at this age of mine, My face did not change drastically at all. Other people see me like an innocent person, but I'm not, sometimes I'm just like everyone else.

However, it is also true that my people are plain, because I did not know much at this time of my age ... My friends may know a lot, but sometimes I don't know what they're saying.

As a result of not understanding it sometimes, I make them understand more ... To feel what I am experiencing.

The first victim in High School is the upperclassman.

As a result of my same sprain, she almost cried ...

But it feels good for the crybaby.

Victim of both close friends, as a result of which he rarely communicates with me.

The fad continues. Making people's emotions increase is also one of my skills.

But it has been somewhat reduced, afraid that no one will accompany me anymore ... I need someone who will watch me.

Looks like the swans are always together.

He is one man and loyal. I wanted someone like that to believe me, even though I tried to lie and cover it up but it wasn't true. I am very honest.

People's views are now starting to vary with me, as are the bonds of two paradoxes that are always in conflict.

Other people find it difficult to understand me, because I have some personality ... Sometimes it can be anything, some people understand. But the ones who don't understand stay away from me.

Sometimes my beliefs and desire to be friends with others are always used.

I am a very weak person, even too good. I always help girls even play with them.

I was always mocked at last. Oppressed, violent, unjust, even outside human attitudes, as a result of which I have always hated people ...

"They can only take advantage of a good person, and subvert a good person to survive."

I often see people who are oppressed often traumatize me, if it repeats itself. I want to help but...

Eventually I changed all my attitudes, becoming very cold, which used to be very warm with other people.

Rich as a movie, a changed man. It can be even more powerful and even scary.

Someone once asked me.

"Why is the gaze so hateful and so cold" said someone.

I just answered it by going without saying anything.

Someone came again and asked.

"You're rich in demons, make people scary."

As usual, I just left it.

But that was only when I was outside the house. If I communicate through online media I will be very good.

My husband thinks I am very smart, but there is no support to continue.

Never refuse to continue, to deepen the knowledge. But I don't want to part with my mother.

Finally I pretended to be stupid from my Elementary School for not parting with my mother.

It was all done because I didn't want to leave my parents because of my intelligence.

"I'm not stupid, I'm just lazy to show you how smart I am. Because it's for my own good and for those who are near me."