thespanishcel
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I was 12 and I bought a book about guns in a second hand bookshop. I didn't plan on getting myself educated to go ER, I was just a kid that was interested in guns and military stuff (very common interest in kids and young teens) and the book was neat; it was small and light so I could carry it in my bag anywhere and just read it. It had loads of interesting information about gun history, technical stuff or anecdotes about military/police forces and the guns they used. My first year in middle school started very badly and I didn't have a "friend" until March so the first 5 months I spent them pretty much alone without anyone to talk to during recess.
One of my copes during those awful recesses was to read my book about guns and I remember people were creeped out by my behavior and teased me for it. They told me things like "do you want to be like Bin Laden or what" or "why don't you read something normal that book's fucking weird". The only person that liked my book was a Spanish teacher who "believed" in me and thought I had great potential but wasted it by being a loner, no shit do you think I like being a loner, it's not my fault other people treat me like sheit. She told me that maybe in class she would read fragments of my book for doing dictation which would have been lifefuel but unfortunately that never happened.
This was the book cover btw. Gave me nostalgia just looking at it:
One of my copes during those awful recesses was to read my book about guns and I remember people were creeped out by my behavior and teased me for it. They told me things like "do you want to be like Bin Laden or what" or "why don't you read something normal that book's fucking weird". The only person that liked my book was a Spanish teacher who "believed" in me and thought I had great potential but wasted it by being a loner, no shit do you think I like being a loner, it's not my fault other people treat me like sheit. She told me that maybe in class she would read fragments of my book for doing dictation which would have been lifefuel but unfortunately that never happened.
This was the book cover btw. Gave me nostalgia just looking at it:





