I'm feeling much better today. Yesterday when we were outside playing I made sure that boy had an accident. He wouldn't leave me alone so I taunted him so that he came after me by climbing a tree. When he got close to me, I kicked him where he fell and landed on a jagged stick that I already set up.
Unfortunately he didn't die. Right now he is in the hospital, but there is a chance that he might not make it. The stick impaled the side of his stomach. The Sisters told us that he is blessed to be alive, and that we need to pray for him. I'm not praying for him. At least for now, he will not be fucking with me anymore. Now I have to get ready for Sunday's church service. I like bible study.