OfficialRikudouSennin
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Ima be 100% honest about my life you guess pick what i am
I am Scottish,Irish, and African American
Born 10/10/1996 (yes just like naruto)
I am in the 10th (also yes i failed just like naruto)
I have been picked on ever since or even before 9/11 only had 2 friends who i can place as best friend's they was Black
When i was 6 during 9/11 my life was good to worst ive been picked on by my class mates any second there parents told them i was the reason for the towers falling etc etc
During my first few days in pre-school i understood true "Hate and Pain" i had my first true fight yeah i am still skinny but at this time i was really short and i didnt care so i literally fought and beat the crap out the kid but this made it worst.....being from New Jersey of the side of the most ruthless streets i never had imagine of surviving at a young age i watced and read thing's usual adults should watch. On the news there was talk of killings of Muslims and attacks i never thought of myself as one of them so about 14 long years i have been fighting every boy in my school . Even in california i was a victim and still i had to fight but it made me happy....to share pain to make others feel the way i felt
*WARNING THIS IS A SERIOUS AND REAL FIGHT I HAD*
i was merely playing outside on the play court in california
I was the sporty kid i played all of the sports about time i got the ball i was picked on by a boy who wasnt even in non of my class rooms and he started to literally take the ball and hit me in the head all i remember was my mom voice saying "Dont fight" but my grandmother who i love dearly said "any of these nappy ass head nigglets touch you grandson you better fight back" and so i decided **** it so i punched the boy around 3 times in the face (i was taught alot of fighting styles) so i stopped and gave the kid a vobal and clear warning i said "Would you leave me alone?" He said "yes"but then he tried to punch me and my eyes just as quickly grapped his fist squeezing it hard his friends kept saying "LET GO JUST LET GO" He was crying but i didnt care so i let go he tried again and i this time.....i twisted it around making sure he knew i was ready to seriously injure him so the security who by God was nice didnt write it up or make a scene just told me to take a walk so we did we went to the young areas classrooms the much young kids kept calling me the name i had for years "Demon" because i could careless how many times you hit me i would still stand and laugh it off literally so i didnt do anything but just....cry because i didnt deserve to be called a name like that so after the school the guard takes me to my grandmas car and told what happened
Guard: "miss your son whooo this kids ass today he is a brave young man"
I was happy and my grandma was happy
So then thats a quick story of how i became the way i am now
I am Scottish,Irish, and African American
Born 10/10/1996 (yes just like naruto)
I am in the 10th (also yes i failed just like naruto)
I have been picked on ever since or even before 9/11 only had 2 friends who i can place as best friend's they was Black
When i was 6 during 9/11 my life was good to worst ive been picked on by my class mates any second there parents told them i was the reason for the towers falling etc etc
During my first few days in pre-school i understood true "Hate and Pain" i had my first true fight yeah i am still skinny but at this time i was really short and i didnt care so i literally fought and beat the crap out the kid but this made it worst.....being from New Jersey of the side of the most ruthless streets i never had imagine of surviving at a young age i watced and read thing's usual adults should watch. On the news there was talk of killings of Muslims and attacks i never thought of myself as one of them so about 14 long years i have been fighting every boy in my school . Even in california i was a victim and still i had to fight but it made me happy....to share pain to make others feel the way i felt
*WARNING THIS IS A SERIOUS AND REAL FIGHT I HAD*
i was merely playing outside on the play court in california
I was the sporty kid i played all of the sports about time i got the ball i was picked on by a boy who wasnt even in non of my class rooms and he started to literally take the ball and hit me in the head all i remember was my mom voice saying "Dont fight" but my grandmother who i love dearly said "any of these nappy ass head nigglets touch you grandson you better fight back" and so i decided **** it so i punched the boy around 3 times in the face (i was taught alot of fighting styles) so i stopped and gave the kid a vobal and clear warning i said "Would you leave me alone?" He said "yes"but then he tried to punch me and my eyes just as quickly grapped his fist squeezing it hard his friends kept saying "LET GO JUST LET GO" He was crying but i didnt care so i let go he tried again and i this time.....i twisted it around making sure he knew i was ready to seriously injure him so the security who by God was nice didnt write it up or make a scene just told me to take a walk so we did we went to the young areas classrooms the much young kids kept calling me the name i had for years "Demon" because i could careless how many times you hit me i would still stand and laugh it off literally so i didnt do anything but just....cry because i didnt deserve to be called a name like that so after the school the guard takes me to my grandmas car and told what happened
Guard: "miss your son whooo this kids ass today he is a brave young man"
I was happy and my grandma was happy
So then thats a quick story of how i became the way i am now
