Step 1: Be a fat kid, get bullied, and avoid tank tops
To a fat kid, wearing a tank top is like sticking a note on your own back that says kick me. You’re a target. Kids would make fun of the rolls that weren’t hidden by cloth. Although no matter what clothing you have on you’re a target. When you put your hands up and your shirt follows exposing the fleshy mounds that is your stomach you my dear reader is a target for bullying by kids. Have you ever had that ripple effect when you walk and as you flop in your chair after a long hard day on the playground, your stomach, in return, flops onto you? You pray that no one notices the ten on the Richter scale earthquake that is going on under your clothes, but someone does, they always do. All in all, a fat kid, times, the number of asshole kids in his class, equals, getting bullied, but a fat kid, plus, a tank top, times the number of asshole kids in class equals, running home because you have literally been ripped into two separate beings and both of them were bullied. And while you’re running home, you won’t get far because you’re fat and crying, so we both know you wouldn’t be able to breathe. That’s only from being fat imagine the bullying if you’re smart. Kids will bully you for the smallest things. If you listen to music that they don’t, you get bullied, if you wear glasses, you get bullied, if they can see your socks and you’re not wearing shorts, you get bullied, play video games, you get bullied, play video games that’s not sports games, you get bullied. But, the most important thing here is to accept the bullying and preserve through it because it leads into the next step. Step 2: Be a nerd and want only three things from life You’re wondering why does bullying lead to this step? …show more content…
Well you’ll see at the end of this guide. Getting back on track when you were a child what are some of the things you wanted more than anything else? It could have been a majestic black horse with a mane that flows endlessly when you imagined yourself riding it. Or maybe the big red fire truck that shined like diamonds on the top shelf of the toy store. Then again it did not have to be something real maybe you wanted a pet dragon that could fly you above the clouds where you could escape your life even if only for a moment. I had only three wishes from life during this step. The first is to be strong. I wanted to be strong enough to help my family when it they got those impulsive moments to move furniture around, but I also wanted to be strong enough to carry the burdens of everyone who relied on me. My second want is that like most children I wanted superpowers, hell I still do. I wanted to be a hero because even at a young age I could see that the world was not a happy place. I remember that it soon became overly clear to myself that I could not and would never be able to draw. So I could not draw me as the hero I wanted to be so I wrote. Ideas just flowed in my brain and I would write about the hero me and new situations and experiences. The first hero I ever created was named Ozell because I had an obsession with how cool a name Zell was. He was a ninja with the power of the four elements and a sword. My third grade teacher caught me writing his story in class one day, I thought for sure that my life was over. She would call my mom, tell her I was not paying attention in class and I would get the imagination spanked out of me. Mrs. Holly was my teachers name and after she read it, she called me to her desk and said that once I finished she would love to have me read it in front of the entire class. I was so excited, not only because I wasn’t getting