I was like nine or ten maybe sitting in class watching news taking notes about Saddam Housein while I had my own war going on My last name started with a "V" alphabetical order always allowed me to be in the back of the room and my voice was never heard Janice... She was always in the front raising her hand participating while I often napped Yeah... She was evil to the core popular when i wasn't chatty when i wasn't cute when I wasn't and she had a mean streak that only I saw While we walked single file silently to the library she kicked me in the back the laughing and giggling from the other children made Mrs. Pascuzzo, an old gray hair hag of a teacher turn around to see what was going down she saw me attacking her so i got the blame I tried explaining that she started it but she disregarded that She brought me back to the classroom alone sat me in front of her desk told me that God gives you stars when you do good deeds and when you do bad he never forgets He sees all You see, when you die and you wait at the pearly gates for your turn to be judged by God to determine whether you go to heaven or hell There'll be behind him a large T.V. screen that displays your life as it was showing all that you've done wrong playing some scenes in slow motion God will see the incident between you and Janice, Do you want to be embarrassed??? A little over a decade has passed Mrs. Pascuzzo is dead and I wonder if her theory were true.Birth sign: Aquarius
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