Teacher: alright class today's project is to make a letter for someone you would like to meet. It can be anyone that you want it to be. You have til the end of class

*takes out a picture of his birth mother and glares at it*

*grabs pencil and begins to write*

"Dear birth mom,I hate you. I hate you,I hate you, I HATE YOU!! You left me....you changed daddy....did you...did you even want me...? I don't care if you are my birth mom. Your not my mother and you never will be!! Daya is my real mom!! She's the mom I was hoping to have!!I hope you die! I hope you burn! I hope I never ever get to meet you!!

-From your so called son Peter Benjamin Nero West Parker

*hands the teacher the letter and walks out the class*

Teacher:*reads the letter and looks at Peter shocked*Mr.Parker....a five year old shouldn't write things at this....Mr.Parker! Are you listening to me!?! Mr.Parker!

*ignores the teacher and walks away**sneaks out of the school and walks to the park and takes out the picture of his birth mom*I hate you...*begins to tear the picture up angrily before throwing it to the ground and walking away*

-having mommy issues