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Panel One: I was a normal kid to start off with. Most of us were. I went to school, did normal things.
Panel Two: Right? But I was what my mother liked to call a 'difficult child'.
Panel Three: Yeah, I was... Smart? I did what was asked of me. But apparently, I always did it with this arrogant smirk, like I was a genius while the other person was stupid.
Of course, that's exactly how it is.
Panel Four: My mother didn't know what to do with me, so she did what she was expected to. Sent me to school, and I'd stay out... well, I always came home eventually.
"Taking out the trash!"