Orphanage
Last year i was working at an orphanage in Nepal. it's cliche but the kids seemed happy despite the fact they had very little. well despite one kid. He was only about 5 or 6 years old but i knew there was something different about him. He literally marched around the place like he owned it and would steal the other children's toys, hit them. the other staff working there didn't really seem to do much about this. they let him get away with everything that the other kids of his age were not allowed to do (i.e. staying up late to watch tv.)

He was that awful sort of person. the kind who can give it but can't take it. any attempt to take back the toys he would steal would be met by floods of crying (which he would stop as soon as he got his way). i know he was only 6 years old. but i really couldn't stand him. I also found out that he wasn't an orphan but the boss's son, so no wonder he acted like a brat.

One day me and some others had climbed a hill and were throwing paper airplanes off. this little brat had decided to follow us and was as usual being a twat (he was pulling up vegetables from someone's garden) anyway we ran out of paper. And as we stood looking over the hill i suggested we throw the brat off. he immediatly burst into tears. It was a bit of a mean thing to say. I felt bad, well a little bit.
(ewe, Fri 10 Oct 2008, 9:40, 2 replies)

Some kid burned my neck
I didn't like it.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 10 Oct 2008, 10:03, closed)

ermm
ok?
(ewe, Fri 10 Oct 2008, 10:07, closed)