PROLOGUE It was kindergarten. My first fight. It was over something stupid like a cookie or something, I don't remember. All I remember was that he started it. He cussed me out in Russian. I stood up. 'suka, wanna repeat that?' I asked in Russian(suka means b***h in Russian.) he punched me in the stomach. I fell to my knees. I was gasping for air, spitting up blood. I uppercut him, then punched him in the nose, fracturing it(teachers didn't do shit, they just watched). He looked at me, and punched me in my eye. So hard, I hit the table and blacked out. I remember nothing after that, all I knew was that I had several bruises and 2 black eyes. That was the first fight I ever lost, also the last(true so far) I came to America when I was 10. We visited Moscow A's well. Most beautiful place I have seen. So anyway, I came to America. Met some racist bastards, got my ass jumped, held out, got help from my best friends gang. Eventually, I joined another gang, which I basically helped start. Things were going great for me. Then I got to sixth grade, and my life turned upside down. END OF PROLOGUE This is a true story, apart from the deaths, the death note, and the ppl that requested to be in here(not accepting more now, sorry.) the fights and the abuse is real. And so is the romance, and the other stuff that u can see A's realistic No descriptions needed, you're all taking a role A's some1 from my school. Of course, some of the other parts of my life are staying secret.