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May 29, 2003
The teacher from the neighboring room walked in and saw Mr. Calloway clutching me tightly.

“He’s hurting me! Help me!”

“What the hell are you talking about? Mrs. Connelly, this kid’s completely psycho.”

“I always stay afterschool to help, but Mr. Calloway offered me a beer today, and I refused because alcohol’s what got my dad all locked up so then he began to get violent!”

Mrs. Connelly sprinted back to her classroom. Before Mr. Calloway could chase after her to explain, I threw a bottle at his back. He responded by twirling around, his elbow catching my face perfectly.