In the 2nd grade, I threw candy to my classmate and left it on the party. I decided to admit, I decided to admit for a long time. And it all ended up with the fact that she... no, she wasn’t fat. In short, in her head came that it was done by a cute and mysterious boy from a parallel class. I admitted that I put it. But she did not believe. And she killed with her logic: “Of course he is, he is so mysterious, otherwise it can’t be.” What is it！？



In the evening of the same day, I decided to commit suicide, nothing wiser than drowning in the bathroom. Then I noticed that the skin on my fingers was bored （washed ）and pale, I decided that with my face is the same （I did not dare to look in the mirror. I was afraid of becoming a grandfather. I ran out of the bathroom naked, crying and screaming that I was old. My mom and dad somehow reassured me, and then punished me because I was a dude, well, because we had my older sister’s girlfriend at our guests.





After that I did not fuck anymore. And like all the boys of my age, I pulled the girls for the stitches and ran away.