Death
I turned eight before third grade and I was the oldest kid in my class. I was also the prettiest; I knew it because father told me so. Mother told me I was the smartest and I thought she was right because I remembered every single word the teacher said even though I pretended not to listen. I always ended up with an A, but I knew it was natural. I just loved school! At recess, everyone wanted to play with me because I was the oldest, I was born in March, and because I was the best at all the... Sign in to see full entry.