1 First year of middle school

My name is Charles Jennings my life may not be a good one but it tends to have some good stories throughout it. My first week of middle school was "scary" because I was going to have major changes like having a locker and also having a block schedule but most importantly a new slate. I kind of knew a good amount of the people there some old bullies and friends but my first goal was to get goodie goodie with teachers and staff that way I could practically do whatever I wanted at the time this meant also getting away with some bad stuff not drugs or illegal stuff but you know breaking school rules. At this time nobody was really finding themselves or doing anything but with me I was building a rep and getting some credit from the school staff. I was pretty smart but I had my own flaws for one I was really good at talking and I still am but my worst flaw has to be my anger control at this time in my life the smallest pokes could set me off I ended up having to take an anger management class and see a therapist. But in the first week of middle school I meet all my teachers they were all nice and absolutely wonderful at teaching I believe that my six grade year was the year I learnt the most in my life. My teachers taught me so well I was able to get through my sixth grade year without any fights or problems so I ended up having all of the administration under my fingernail. I could do anything I wanted the school was mine I made lots of friends though the time I was at colonial heights middle school and I even meet several long lost friends from the first grade. The third week of middle school was great I had a huge table of friends and nobody messed with us sure some people were jealous of me because I had cool shirts a ton of friends because of this multiple people messed with me on a huge scale tripping me in the halls calling me names and just making fun of me mostly. Even though I had a ton of friends it didn't mean that it wouldn't get under my skin. All the hurtful comments and bullying made me play the innocent game to get with the school administration and run the school from the side lines. By the tenth week of school anyone that messed with me or my friends would "get suspended" and be gone for a couple of days it pretty much made me feel like a mob boss and if anyone messed with the mod they'd disappear. By the eleventh week I controlled the lunch room I never took anyone's stuff or anything like that but we would always have the new kid join us so they would make friends and it was going good until some of the people not in the "mob" like the bullys started teaming up and messing with me and the group but these kids were different I couldn't get them suspended they were not that dumb so I had to get them another way. So we had a new kid infiltrate the bully group to get them caught doing something bad we gave the kid a small mic to a recorder and had him record them like a sting operation. Since this kid was really new we helped him out in exchange for the info we found out that they were planning to jump me in the gym locker room so we hatched up a plan. Some of the people in the "mob" played softball and baseball so we had the girls that played softball stay outside the boys locker room ready to go and then the three boys that played baseball hide there bats in lockers and we all got ready for the game the baseball guys hid in the bathroom stalls and the chicks in the hallway and we were ready to fight. The bullys entered yelling "Hey Charles we need to speak with you now" I say to them "hey I don't feel like fighting guys" and then the bullies started going "We don't care what you feel like shithead" I then said "well I warned you". My boys came out and said "hey y'all need to back the fuck up" the bullies said "Or what" then the players went to the lockers and got their bats then said "THIS" and ran at them and then beat them out of the locker room. The girls never had to get involved they just sat and watched and my plan to get my boys out of the hole they just got into was to have the chicks lie about what they saw.