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[23:12:16] Per Ankarbåge: I was going to school with my friend. While we were walking, I found a piece of paper laying on the ground.

I picked it up and my friend quickly stole it from my hands and, after a brief look at the paper, the son of a bitch punched me right in my face.

I passed out, and when I woke up, I retrieved the paper which was again laying on the ground and ran as fast as I could to get to school, since I had an exam.

When I got there, my teacher asked me why I was late. I told him that when I was coming to school, I found a paper, my friend took a look at it, punched me, so I passed out.

The teacher doubted of it, and asked me to see the paper. I showed him. He grabbed me and threw me right in the principal's office.

When asked by the principal why I was there, I told him that when I was going to school I found a piece of paper laying on the ground, a friend of mine picked it up and punched me,

so I arrived late at school, and the teacher asked me to show him what was it, so he took me here. The principal, like the teacher, asked to see what was written on the paper, so I showed him.

(TO BE CONTINUED 1/5)

After looking at the paper, the principal expelled me. After that, I went home, and because I arrived earlier, my mother asked me what was wrong. I told her that when I was going to

school, I found a paper and a friend of mine punched me, so I arrived late at school, the teacher asked to see the paper and sent me to the principal's office. When I arrived there the principal

expelled me. My mother, like the others, asked to see what was in the paper, so I showed her, and after looking at it, she sent me to my bedroom and told me to wait for my father to get home from work.

I waited three hours at my bedroom for my father to arrive, and as soon as he stepped in, my mother told him to come and speak to me. He asked what happened, so I explained him: When I was going to

school I found a paper, which a friend of mine picked up from my hand and punched me, so I arrived late at school, the teacher asked to see the paper and sent me to the principal, so he expelled me.

My father asked me what could it be written on this paper that could make all these bad things happen to me. He took the paper from my hands carefully, looked at it, then back up at me. I never saw him that mad.

I want you out of this house right now. Pack and leave. These were his words.

(TO BE CONTINUED 2/5)

As a homeless person, I had to find a shelter, so I went to the local church. I set on the bench and prayed for a few minutes. I couldn't stand the pain of being punched, expelled from school and from my home.

I was crying. The priest noticed and came to talk to me. He asked what was wrong with me. I told him that when I was going to school I found a paper, so a friend of mine stole it and punched me, so my teacher

asked why I was late and I showed her paper, so she sent me to the principal's office, where I was expelled, and when I got home I showed my mother the paper, so she sent me to my bedroom, and when my father

came talk to me, he expelled me from my home. The priest couldn't understand the reason of so much anger and asked me to show him the damned paper. I showed him. Like all others, he expelled me from the church

and said that I should never come back again. My world fell apart. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to find a way out of this nightmare. I couldn't hold my chin up anymore. I got off the church with my pack and walked a few meters away from there.

(TO BE CONTINUED 3/5)

When I was crossing the street a truck came and hit me right in the back. I died. My sins? Well, I paid for them. I went to hell. When I arrived there, I met the Devil, and with his demonic voice, he asked me why I was there.

I told him I didn't know, but I got hit by a truck. He said that everything happens for a reason, and told me that there must be a reason of why I crossed that street that time. So I told him that when I was going to school I found a

paper on the ground, so I friend of mine punched me right in my face, when I woke up I ran to my school, and when I got there my teacher asked me why I was late, so I told him about the paper and the punch, after that he sent me to the principal's office.

Then the principal asked me to show the paper, and expelled me. When I got home, my mother asked what was wrong and I showed her the paper, so she sent me to my bedroom. When my father arrived I showed him the paper and he kicked me out of my house.

I went to the church to seek a shelter, the priest asked me what was wrong, so I showed him the paper and he kicked me out of the church. The Devil had a strange look on his face.

(TO BE CONTINUED 4/5)

He asked me to see the paper. I showed him. He got it. He looked at it. He crumpled it. He threw it away.

(The end)

I was going to school with my friend. While we were walking, I found a piece of paper laying on the ground.

I picked it up and my friend quickly stole it from my hands and, after a brief look at the paper, the son of a bitch punched me right in my face.

I passed out, and when I woke up, I retrieved the paper which was again laying on the ground and ran as fast as I could to get to school, since I had an exam.

When I got there, my teacher asked me why I was late. I told him that when I was coming to school, I found a paper, my friend took a look at it, punched me, so I passed out.

The teacher doubted of it, and asked me to see the paper. I showed him. He grabbed me and threw me right in the principal's office.

When asked by the principal why I was there, I told him that when I was going to school I found a piece of paper laying on the ground, a friend of mine picked it up and punched me,

so I arrived late at school, and the teacher asked me to show him what was it, so he took me here. The principal, like the teacher, asked to see what was written on the paper, so I showed him.

(TO BE CONTINUED 1/5)

After looking at the paper, the principal expelled me. After that, I went home, and because I arrived earlier, my mother asked me what was wrong. I told her that when I was going to

school, I found a paper and a friend of mine punched me, so I arrived late at school, the teacher asked to see the paper and sent me to the principal's office. When I arrived there the principal

expelled me. My mother, like the others, asked to see what was in the paper, so I showed her, and after looking at it, she sent me to my bedroom and told me to wait for my father to get home from work.

I waited three hours at my bedroom for my father to arrive, and as soon as he stepped in, my mother told him to come and speak to me. He asked what happened, so I explained him: When I was going to

school I found a paper, which a friend of mine picked up from my hand and punched me, so I arrived late at school, the teacher asked to see the paper and sent me to the principal, so he expelled me.

My father asked me what could it be written on this paper that could make all these bad things happen to me. He took the paper from my hands carefully, looked at it, then back up at me. I never saw him that mad.

I want you out of this house right now. Pack and leave. These were his words.

(TO BE CONTINUED 2/5)

As a homeless person, I had to find a shelter, so I went to the local church. I set on the bench and prayed for a few minutes. I couldn't stand the pain of being punched, expelled from school and from my home.

I was crying. The priest noticed and came to talk to me. He asked what was wrong with me. I told him that when I was going to school I found a paper, so a friend of mine stole it and punched me, so my teacher

asked why I was late and I showed her paper, so she sent me to the principal's office, where I was expelled, and when I got home I showed my mother the paper, so she sent me to my bedroom, and when my father

came talk to me, he expelled me from my home. The priest couldn't understand the reason of so much anger and asked me to show him the damned paper. I showed him. Like all others, he expelled me from the church

and said that I should never come back again. My world fell apart. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to find a way out of this nightmare. I couldn't hold my chin up anymore. I got off the church with my pack and walked a few meters away from there.

(TO BE CONTINUED 3/5)

When I was crossing the street a truck came and hit me right in the back. I died. My sins? Well, I paid for them. I went to hell. When I arrived there, I met the Devil, and with his demonic voice, he asked me why I was there.

I told him I didn't know, but I got hit by a truck. He said that everything happens for a reason, and told me that there must be a reason of why I crossed that street that time. So I told him that when I was going to school I found a

paper on the ground, so I friend of mine punched me right in my face, when I woke up I ran to my school, and when I got there my teacher asked me why I was late, so I told him about the paper and the punch, after that he sent me to the principal's office.

Then the principal asked me to show the paper, and expelled me. When I got home, my mother asked what was wrong and I showed her the paper, so she sent me to my bedroom. When my father arrived I showed him the paper and he kicked me out of my house.

I went to the church to seek a shelter, the priest asked me what was wrong, so I showed him the paper and he kicked me out of the church. The Devil had a strange look on his face.

(TO BE CONTINUED 4/5)

He asked me to see the paper. I showed him. He got it. He looked at it. He crumpled it. He threw it away.

(The end)

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