After the first year of high school, I have always been considered a good child by my parents and a good student in the eyes of my teachers. I worked hard for my college dreams for my grandfather. The end of a semester represents the beginning of a new semester. In September of the following year, I was already in my second year of high school, and I had spent my days in a carefree way, but I never imagined that this semester would be a big change in my life.
After the summer vacation, I went to school like everyone else, and I was asked to start the new semester with the expectations of my family. But in this semester I didn't expect that I would change so much, and on the first day of school, I would fight with others for parking space, and this time it was my first fight. Lying in bed at night listening to Zheng Zhihua's sailorSelves I was very scared in my heart, I never fought with others before, why is this so, I meditated because I came to high school sophomore, am I older? Repeat for yourself. Forget it, what do you have to examine yourself.
A few days later, the class teacher told us that this semester is very important to have no homework need to be tested, I listened to it and felt that the pressure was great, I had to pass ah or I couldn't get the diploma, what to do, in the tense study my temper slowly grumpy. Quarrels and fights with classmates should slowly become a common thing, and now I think it is very childish. At that time, there were school fights every day and I always felt that I didn't care about others and things wouldn't happen to my head. But I was wrong, one night I saw a fight between the third year of high school and our sophomore year of high school, I saw there I didn't expect the gang to beat me indiscriminately, I asked why because we are all sophomores of high school,.
。 If you can't stand it, you don't have to put up with it anymore, buddy is angry, annoyed. Since that night I decided to be a bad guy, I want the whole school to know that I am afraid of me, since that night I always put a wooden stick under my bed (for fighting), that is, from that night I recruited soldiers, but you don't have the strength others will not be with you, it was a late self-study just after class I heard someone outside fighting; I went out to see my classroom on the third floor and saw a few people on the overpass on the second floor beating a classmate of our class. Without saying anything, I got one leg off my desk and jumped out of the window on the third floor, and I didn't know where the courage to beat five people alone, and I ran away. That is why I formed a grudge with people in society. The next day I became famous throughout the school. Since then, no one has bullied me, even if I have to eat, I don't have to queue up. At that time, the arrogance felt that I was great, the time was like flowing water, half a semester was about to pass, I was nervous about studying, at that time I was looking forward to the end of the exam every day to relax. Feel a little tired to write here first (to be continued)
