I was a hardcore botan with autistic traits in the first three classes: I didn’t communicate with anyone, I knew everything, I went out on any occasion, I was afraid of what wasn’t scary, and so on. I was not liked by my classmates for this, but they did not decide to bully because of the fact that my mother was constantly turning in school, engaged in public activities.

We had work lessons, all kinds of stuff was glued out of plasticine and bars. Well, I decided to stand out and pick up a piece of pollen from the street, on which for two lessons I fixed some composition. I got a fifth, the teacher praised, I threw this pollen into the bag of change and forgot about it. I forgot it because I brought it back to school the next day.

I go to school, take off my jacket, start changing clothes. One of the hooligans runs, pulls off the shoes, and runs away. I am in Aachen. I put on a swing, he returns and begins to irritate, say I threw your shoes into the female sort, botan - go, get it. And it’s worth playing, like, go, beat me, what you’re going to do to me, shit. How wrong he was...

I automatically remove the sack with the sludge, from all my third-class child, and land it precisely in the head of the hooligan. He cried like a sliced pig, fell, bleeding on the floor... And since the elders were pushing here, it was not clear who was kidding him, no one saw it and everything there. I quickly grabbed the straw and ran into the sortry, because I thought I had killed him naked. The pollen is buried in the garbage, this is a healthy tank with mint paper for the most part. Behind the garbage he found his shoes hidden by the hooligans.

He calmed down and came to class without delay. The lesson begins, there is no hooligan, but the portfolio lies - the teacher asks where this duo is worn. Here the door opens, the nurse enters, the hooligan begins: he is all in the blood, the head is cluttered, shakes, roars. Student in the wild: “Where were you? What has He created?” "It's not me, it's the ooooon" and thinks at me, sitting on the first batch, with a finger. "You don't hold me stupid, he is a distinguished and quiet man, he will not hurt the flies. Let’s go, let’s go, with whom I fought,” He again points to me. And I fell into a stupor with fear and sat down with a poker face. “He’s changing laughter.” The puppet takes away from me, there are light blowing boots that weigh nihuya, and very soft... In short, he never believed that I was fucking him.

None of the fucking ones did bother me anymore.