<meta content="urn:uuid:36a0b21b-e988-b0a6-73e8-1001f9b94a7a" name="Adept.expected.resource"/> </head> <body> <p class="p9a"><span class="t4">January 9</span></p> <p class="p10"><span class="t4">The first day of my new life. I had to meet with my teacher and the principal. Mom and Dad were there too. I confessed everything and said I was sorry, but I wasn’t. Not even a tiny bit. It was best to play along, let them think I’m still the person I used to be. I wanted to seem sorry even though I just wanted to laugh in their faces. Spit on them! They said he had a concussion and he would have to stay home all next week. How could he have a concussion? He doesn’t even have a brain!</span></p> <p class="p11"><span class="t4">At lunch a few people stared at me but no one was brave enough to do anything. As soon as I looked back, they turned around. Fucking wusses. His buddy was there and gave me cut</span><span class="t5">-</span><span class="t4">eye, of course. He looked like he was thinking about doing something. I walked over and punched him in the ear. He was just about to hit back, but I threatened him with a fork. Soon it will be his turn to carry my tray.</span></p> <p class="p11"><span class="t4">After school some of my old friends came up to me and wanted to talk, but I told them to go to hell. I don’t have any friends anymore. Instead I picked a fight with Jonas. His ugly clothes have always annoyed me. I hit him in the stomach until he fell down. I saw the fear in his eyes. So fucking awesome.</span></p> <p class="p12"><span class="t4">To do:</span></p> <p class="p13"><span class="t4">1. Start working out</span></p> <p class="p14"><span class="t4">2. Get a switchblade</span></p> <p class="p14"><span class="t4">3. Visit the concussion</span></p> </body> </html>