I had a go at being someone different for a change. Literally. It was quite weird, yet it felt like I was meant to be that person. As I reminisce on the past, the extraordinary experience I had. I was quite a obstreperous boy. Never handed in homework, slept in class, the usual stereotype. In a sense, I was a delinquent. With all these, I still had to put up with ruffians, bullies whom have been on my tail since the beginning of 8 th grade. “Hey Mason! Wanna play?” yelled a voice. “Nevil Alberts.” I said, trembling with fear. ‘Why? Don’t like the name? Cuz it’ll be the last you’ll hear!” I started running. Running for my life. From a distance, I heard Nevil commanding his gang to chase after me. I was quite accustomed to running, when you have a death squad wanting to kill you, you don’t just stand there and embrace for impact. I stopped running. Not because I couldn’t run anymore but rather, I wanted the bullies to beat me ...
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