Big Sissy Kid

I grew up in a hick area with no danger or anything really dangerous around me. Sure there were a lot of drugs like coke and heroin, and a lot of people were busted for it at my school, but it was never anything more serious than that. I used to have a friend, whom was at one point my best friend, but not anymore. We used to be best buds, but we started drifting apart after freshmen year of high school, but we were getting along and hanging out more junior and senior year. This kid grew up listening to his parents, trying to be the perfect child. He got all good grades, and was a decent baseball player, but nothing spectacular. My family knew his, and his knew mine, and they were friends with each other. This kid had a problem that made people not like him because he was a cocky sissy. One time in gym class he had a dodge ball hit him in the face. After being hit in the face with the ball, he waited until the kid who threw the ball to turn around, and he punched the other student in the back of the head. The gym teacher had to tackle the other student so he would not beat the living shit out of the kid. Once they were both in the principal's office, the kid starting bawling with tears rolling down his face. The principal suspended the other kid for 3 days for provoking the kid who punched the other got just one measly internal suspension. He cried his way out of a suspension and got another kid in trouble for being such a little baby. That was only one of the many things that made kids hate him. He was the know it all kid that thought he was the best at everything and wasn't. The reason he acted like this is because his parents raised him to think like that, and he needs to learn to deal with stuff like that. His parents would complain to the school if he got in trouble for anything. He has to learn how to not rely on mommy and daddy to get you out of trouble for stupid stuff that he blows out of proportion. He blew that situation out of proportion, and he blew the situation which made him hate one of my close friends and I. He needs to learn to figure out what is an actual big problem, and what not to worry about, and he should not worry about every little thing and hate people for decisions they make like my friend and I did.