Author's Rambling: Just want to say that, english is my 2nd language,expect grammar mistakes, and other kind of mistakes,and some more

hahaha!..

Warning:Explicit Language!

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There's a time,when you remember your past

a past filled with stuff that you wish to forget

now my past,isn't that kind of stuff , i could proudly say that my childhood is happiest time of my life, if you count that being poor is happy.

i mean they say that "Money doesn't bring you happiness"

True, it doesn't bring you happiness, but atleast when you have money ,you can eat when you want to eat,play when you want to play,isn't that happiness in itself?,doing what you want to do.

sometimes i wonder why, why am i born from a poor family?, not from an oil tycoon,a queen in some small country or a kingdom maybe?

don't call me ungrateful though, i'm blessed with a beautiful and kind mother,my father though?,he's a scum,a human trash,a lich

wait, did i say he's a lich?, sorry i mean a leech, he's leeching of my mom's blood and sweat,by using the money she earn to buy a beer,and other alcholic drink, that apparently i know now ,tastes like human piss ,not that i know what human piss taste like.

i'm fine with it though, once in a while he will speak wise word to me, after beating me up,because i defend my mom when he try to beat her up

he says stuff along the lines "You,ungrateful motherf**ker","P*ece of Sh*t","Bast*rd Ch*ld"

did i say wise word? HA!..

hey atleast i got more vocabulary than other kids my age those days,besides he admit that he's a bastard *snicker

that's why i said that my childhood is the happiest times of my life, ever heard of line "Like Father Like Son?", yes because my father is a wise man , somehow his genetics, is passed down to me , i'm a smart moth*f**ker ,

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how come? you ask?, well there's this one time , when we're having a learn and lunch session in my kindergarten ,basically you learn to give money to the waiter,which in this case is a teacher ,so when you go to restaurant ,you know what to do.

our homeroom teacher will ask us to give a lunch money to him,so when it's my turn i give him my money,i think his face is scowling or something

"Arthur,what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry?,i thought you ask me a money Mr.Phillip"

Well, what happen next is, i got to wait in the principal office for my mom.

i was sitting in a chair within the waiting room,swinging my legs like an innocent kids,when my mom finally got in the kindergarten to take me home,she heard that i'm in the principal office, my mom panicked and rush there wondering if something bad happen to me.

She's in for surprise...,basically what happen in the principal office is

"Mr's.Zenford, i'm afraid your son have done something inappropriate"(Principal)

Obviously,she glance at me from the side,and i maintain my innocent child look

"What could have,my handsome and good mannered son do,for him to be called and wait in your office, and denied of his right to play with his friend!"(Mom)

Yes, i was my mom hope, her ray of light in this dark world she lives in, because in her mind i'm a good son,a kind soul ,born to help those in need

that's a facade i maintain for her,my other personality chain,my deepest darkness i hide even from her.

She doesn't know, that i'm a Villain in the making

This is my story, and my sacrifice

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Bonus:

with a sweat falling in his forehead the principal is wiping it with a handkerchief

the principal thought

'What do you mean,good mannered child!, he gives his teacher a middle finger!'