When I was in grade prep, like many little girls, I had a crush on Isaac. He was the sporty, tall, badass-looking Latino boy that everyone adored. At least that's what I thought.
I still remember that even though he was so loveable, he was a trouble maker. Once, he wrote the word 'Fuck' on one of the school chairs in crayon. I witnessed this from my playing area, right next to the chair.
An older student told the teacher of the curse word written on the chair. The teacher came to me first and asked me if I did it. I shook my head. (Tangent: I was scared of my grade prep teacher. I was so sure that she was a witch)
Isaac came along and said "Nathan did it" A boy that Isaac never got along with.
Nathan was that ADHD kid in my class. He wasn't liked by my class mates very much. I always had a feeling that he needed the negative attention to overcome his loneliness.
Nathan angrily defended his innocence. My teacher asked me if I knew who did it.
"Yes"
Great. Why didn't I just lie? I looked at Isaac who stood grinning and then I looked at Nathan who was crossing his arms. I was totally fucked. At the age of five, I had to make the choice between lust or justice.
"It was Nathan"
This explains a lot about my character.
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