I never liked the people in my class, dumb and machist boys, stupid girls that only care about money, bullies, and just ridiculous people in general. Since the begining of the year i only handled being in that class because wenever i got mad at them i would imagine torturing them (i can be really creepy sometimes) and, one day in history class, our teacher brought a anciant knife and gave for us to see. When it was my turn to see the knife, in the moment i put it in my hands, i really concidered muredering my classmates. Realizing that i ran into my seat and i still feel really bad for even thinking about that. It just scares me that i thought, even if it were for a couple of seconds, of killing people.