I attended Nikan School from grade 5 to 8. On average I was being expelled from there about once a week which was completely fine with me as I wanted to get out of there although each time my dad managed to convince them to give me another chance. I finally managed to get out at the end of 8th grade when they gave us a surprise admittance exam for high school and I intentionally bombed it just so they wouldn't accept me. I ranked 30th out of 35 students. I'm not sure how the hell 5 students ranked worse than me unless they were doing the same thing as me.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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