I don't know how you felt about middle school but for me, the first thing that comes to my mind was an incident in which I almost beat to death one of janitor at the school. Naturally, for a little boy of 14 years old to hurt an average man, it was uncommon. That's why I moved to another city; New-York.
[12 January 2008]
At that time, I was strong for someone of my age. However, I never wanted to use this strength for any activity. I was short compared to the other students. On that sunny day, the classroom had got the teacher's attention as usual. My best friend, Nish, was seating next to me and I could easily saw that he was not focused as he was sweating and getting impatient at the end of the day.
Mr. Frank was a new janitor at school, even if he tried to hide it, I could see his tattoo covering almost all over his body. He was the classic juvenile delinquent that would fight anyone. The director of the school even had to sever him several times for his clothing who we