My parents always told me to play nice with other kids, so I always did. I gave them my lunch if they said they were hungry, I bought them their favorite things when they asked, and I never complained about anything. In this aspect I guess I was really deserved everything people did to me. The time when someone glued by pen to my hand, when they stole my pants after gym class, and even when my backpack was emptied into the school swimming pool. I deserved all of these things because I wouldn't tell them to stop. I had to play nice with the other kids, didn't I?

Maybe I should have stopped it when my friends made me buy them dinner all the time, or when they made me steal a pack of cigarettes by stuffing them down my pants. But I really didn't want to. These guys had taken me in, and I was happy when I was around them.

What a fool I was.