When I was 6 I was in kindergarten and I was alone, had no friends until I met this other kid named Ben. He was a nice guy, same grade as me and was my only friend actually, but I never saw him again. My guess was that he moved but I never really knew for sure, who knows maybe he didn’t move and only changed school. I don’t really know my life when I was 7 and 8, but when I was 9 I was in 3rd grade, I had anger issues and I didn’t really have any real friends.
All I wanted to do was to be “normal”, but I knew that, that’ll never happen. When I went to 4th grade, I was 10 by the way, it was like when I was in 3rd grade, but also a little different, for example I still had my anger issues, but I had friends and when I was leaving that school to go to another school in Arizona, they gave me some cards in a folder and it was the best thing that ever happened because I knew that I finally had true friends.