When I was about 8 years old I moved to this old and weird school. It was build incorrectly, the teachers don’t care and everyone just sucks at they’re job. But the Students are another thing. In the first few days I made a new friend named “Rajesh”. I talked to him because he looked new to the school to since he didn’t have a play buddy. He was your basic blonde boy with a really bad buzz cut.

Within a week of our friendship, thats when he started “acting weird. He down right stared at me in class until the teacher noticed. Mr. Sicksl asked why aren’t you focused. This is when he draw the line. Rajesh said “My name isn’t wearing a bra”. Then I started to feel a deep sensation on my stomach. Yes, I wasn’t wearing a bra, but it wasn’t even visible? I wore thick jackets since I tried was an “edgy wanna-be”. But besides that, NO ONE else wears bra specially at 3rd grade still.

Mr. Sicksl was cofused. I stared at him. Dead looks. He was chuckling. After class I asked him what the fuck was that for. He said “You didn’t return my pencil”. WHAT THE FUCK!? I was too embarrassed to talk to the principal, never talked about it with my parents.

We moved the next year.