This story goes way deeper than just a small portion of my life, no. It goes beyond that. It all started back in fifth grade.
I was just moving back to Las Vegas after a vacation to visit my family. I had to start a new school and I was pretty mad about that. The school didn't seem bad, I mean, not to bad.
After about 3 months of hard work I started to get my grades higher than ever. I always surrounded myself by smart kids that cared a lot about their grades. They rarely even cared about drama or anything else. However, of course, drama found its way to me. This girl in my class heard a rumor saying I didn't like her. So, of course, she wanted to fight me. After I said okay to fighting over a foolish reason she opened her eyes and called the fight off.
The end of the school year came and almost everyone wanted to fight me, claiming that I was the one that called off the fight. The girl continuously changed the story of why our fight was cancelled so I was the only true source but no one wanted to really talk to me except for a few girls I had met before the fight situation.
Sixth grade started and due to the hard work, I got into higher education classes. A few of my friends from fifth grade had also. Not all for my friends had the best intentions for this year, but in the end, neither did I.