But for this story I will refer to her in her truest form,” The Devil”. My hatred for The Devil started way back in preschool. It was arts and crafts time at Sunshine Academy. I was a very pleasant boy. So happy. So full of laughter. Some may say I laughed a little too much. My friend, Javier, made a joke that left me bellowing. The Devil thought that my laugh was annoying. So instead of asking me to be quite like a normal person she decided to take scissors and stab them up my nose to shut me up. Blood poured from nose and all three of my teachers rushed to my aid. As Ms. Bonnie, one of my teachers, carried me out of the room I turned back to see The Devil cackling like the witch she was. That is my I will always hate The
But for this story I will refer to her in her truest form,” The Devil”. My hatred for The Devil started way back in preschool. It was arts and crafts time at Sunshine Academy. I was a very pleasant boy. So happy. So full of laughter. Some may say I laughed a little too much. My friend, Javier, made a joke that left me bellowing. The Devil thought that my laugh was annoying. So instead of asking me to be quite like a normal person she decided to take scissors and stab them up my nose to shut me up. Blood poured from nose and all three of my teachers rushed to my aid. As Ms. Bonnie, one of my teachers, carried me out of the room I turned back to see The Devil cackling like the witch she was. That is my I will always hate The