I am not a Charia

We had our picture taken to day for the year book. We got tickets with our name on it but I am not a Charia. At least they got my last name where it's supposed to be.
Yesterday we got to use the rifles at practice. At first, I was little scared since they are "real rifles that can shoot real bullets". Bullets are really good at making big bloody holes in you. The guy next to me dropped his, and he's exetremely annoying. Ironically his name is Shea.

Random fact:
When I was in 1st grade I kicked a boy in the face and knocked out a tooth.


Luuuuull XD

INVADOR!

His mouth is as big as his a--. A fat retarded bimbo. Gi geni aku nowi! He's only 13 but taller than my uncle. Thank god he's gone. I'll smack him over the head with a baseball, but I think someone beat me too it.