I was crazy, like, batshit crazy. I would bring dead animals to school and dump them in the toilets. I did get in trouble, but did that stop me? No, I brought more to school. The reason why I was crazy is because I was born like that. From the age of 8, I was already threatening to stab my family. I even scared the Bower's gang. They used to be friends with me, until I broke into Henry's room and threatened to kill him. He didn't know it was me until he heard my voice, but I threatened Henry not to call the police.

Today's a normal school day, October 1988, almost the last day of school, and today is the day I continued my sick shit. I sneak into the school halls to dump my animal victim in the girls' toilets, and then at lunch, I threw a dead raccoon at a poor girl. She screamed, which caught attention of the other students, who happened to snitch on me. I was then sent to the office, my parents were called, and they said they're gonna 'ground me', but I know they're not. They're scared of me, frightened even. The bell went, signalling the end of school. I walk outside to wait for my dear mother that I cherished to pick me up.

I then caught the attention of the Bower's gang. Members are Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Belch Huggins and Victor Criss. They stare at me with daggers. I then heard them saying horrible rumours about me. "I heard he was perving on one of the girls while they were in the toilet, what a fucking sicko..", they all laughed before Henry spoke up. "Yeah, I also heard he jerks off while being a perv too.", he said loud enough for me to hear. He wanted me to hear. He continued, but those words rolled off of me like water on a duck. I then heard another thing that Henry said, "Yeah, I also heard he has a huge collection of porno mags."