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>Be 9 in my school
>Everyone has Pokémon cards, they're battling constantly
>I have no allowance because my dad doesn't trust kids with money
>No money
>No cards
>Manage to scrap some together by finding, stealing, begging and cheating them from friends
>Feel like the most accomplished motherfucker ever when i finally have my own set
>Reading up HEAVILY on the game
>Constructing strategies and training against my brother
>Win against my brother so many times he actually gives me his old butterfly knife
>At this point i feel like a king
>School next day
>Won 9 games
>Get 18 CARDS to add to my arsenal
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>Get home
>All of the kids got their parents thinking that i cheated
>"Hey son, let's go for a drive!"
>Get to a local Community house
>"Why are we at the Community house, dad?"
>"There's a surprise inside!"
>Get inside
>Every kid in my class is there, EVERYONE
>All of their parents there too
>Everyone blaming me, my dad takes my cards
>Give all the cards back
>At that point, i'm crying my fucking eyes out
>Not making a sound, not a sob
>Only tears
>After about 20 minutes of constant yelling, the situation comes to a climax WHEN MY BEST FRIEND RIPS APART MY SWAMPERT CARD I GOT FROM MY BROTHER
>Reach for my back pocket, take my Butterfly knife out
>Suddently everyone goes extremely silent as i flip it up and start shouting
>THOSE WERE ALL MY CARDS! I EARNED THEM, I FUCKING WORKED FOR THEM! I DESERVED EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CARD IN THAT SET!
>Launch my knife across the room
>Misses 2 kids and 3 adults by barely 5 millimeters
>Impales a bottle one of the adults had there
>Bottle falls over and smashes into the floor
>Run out, boiling with pure rage and hate
>Turn around and yell "I WILL FUCKING HATE YOU ALL FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE"
>Continue running
>One of my friends catch up to me
>Touches my shoulder, tries to apologize
>I grab his arm, throw him straight into the concrete
>Get on top of him and bash his eye in with a rock
>Consequences follow
