One time when I was still in school, young, and trying to fit in, I had moved from Pennsylvania to Arizona, and I had went to a pretty bad neighborhood in Phoenix, I often got into trouble and skipped school and when I got into a certain group of people I was dared to jump a kid, someone who had been considered the most annoying, a teachers pet, not that it makes what I did right, but, wanting to fit in, I did it, one day after school let out, me and another person followed this kid and when he went into an alley we ran up to him took his scooter and I sucker punched him before he could do anything, and the other kid didn’t do much, and I was doing all the hitting, almost enjoying it, but that kid was so scared and when I was done he was bloody and crying but I didn’t care then, I kept beating on him even after it was enough, I just wanted to be cool so I could stop getting bullied, but every single day since i have outgrown that kind of behavior I keep thinking about him, and how I was just like him at one point, scared and helpless and looking for a way out, and he just ended up being my way out or so I thought, no one ever thought I was cool after that, people were just afraid of me after I got out of juvee, and that was worse than any kind of bullying.