Fucking Stole my Charizard

so we're all talking about this little asshat here?

4th grade. I got a Pikachu if my leaf Green game. I felt like Ash Ketchum. I trained that motherfucker first before of all my others. I finally got it to level 100. I brought it to school to show all my friends. I went to my locker at the end of the day to find it missing. I went all around the school asking for help. I asked a few teachers but all they said was "Its just a little game. You can get a new one." my mom was so mad at me she never ever bought me a new game. 4 years later someone rings my doorbell at home. It was the old school bully who picked on me in 4th grade. He said "Here, I stole this in 4th grade. I feel really bad."

6th grade. My best friend and I had a silly fight over a foil Blue Eyes White Dragon, (i don't exactly remember why or how), we we the best 2 friends in the grade and everyone knew about it. We didn't talk after that, and weren't really friends anymore, even though we both wanted to be, but we decided to keep going with this sillyness.
7th grade, I moved away. When i moved back in 9th grade, I found out he died soon after I left. Nobody even informed me. And I felt such emptyness inside, and to this day, and till the day I die, I will always feel like shit inside, knowing I could have made it alright, but I didn't. I just wanna have the chance to say sorry.

>9th birthday.
>get sapphire for birthday.
>step-mom tells me i can chose one present to not share with anyone.
>i chose pokemon.
>bitch ass friend whines, saying that he wants to play it.
>step-mom doesn't want to hear it, so she gives my sapphire to whiny bitch.
>THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BITCH, I WAS GOING TO PLAY THAT!
>get home, "friend" has started playing, and is already at first gym.
>he spends the night, and after he leaves the next day, faggot tries to take my pokemon.
>i chase after him, tackle him down onto the gravel, reach into his pocket, and take what is rightfully mine.
>the whole time, our parents are just watching, not doing anything.

what sucks is that I wasn't the first one to play MY pokemon game. so its like i got it used, and i hate that feeling. nothing will feel as good as when i first slapped my Gold cartridge into my gameboy color, though.

> Had "friend" over for sleep over.
> Stayed up all night playing NFS: Most Wanted
> Friend says he wishes he had that game
> He leaves, I take a nap
> Wake up, game is missing
> He comes over THE VERY NEXT DAY & asks if I can come over to play his new copy of Most Wanted
> We play the fuck out of it
> Get bored, look through his game cases
> Right there, hidden underneath a pair of his underwear was MY case (I had marked it, like I do with all my shit because I'm paranoid, lol)
> To this day, he still denies that thing was mine

some kid stole my entire pokémon cards collection during recess. i miss them so much

i had all 3 Egyptian god cards when they were still rare and my principle took my whole deck with cards that would be worth a thousand dollars now and her son came to school the next day with my entire deck and said it was his and when i asked her for them she said she lost them and that her son really did have all 3 egyptian god cards with a holographic summoned skull, i will never fucking forget that horrible week.
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i know im gunna get a shit ton of red thumbs for this, but im the 9001 viewer, so i finally get to say this, thumb me down all you want fuck it, ITS OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

I somewhat hated my childhood but for good reasons. As well I was pretty young and stupid back then too, I was basically an easy target to steal from, so I had many horrible memories in the past. Starting with the popularity of Pokemon games and cards I got into those and got Pokemon Blue when i was 8 and played the hell out of it. Then around a couple months after I broke my jaw on the table, and went to the hospital. The doctor had asked if i liked pokemon i said yes and so i got my first ever pokemon card a Mew. I wasn't before long i recovered and it was my turn for show and tell, and so i showed Mew. The same thing happened to me when it got stolen i felt devastated my heart aching, and finding the person responsible for this crime. It wasn't long after that i lost pkmn blue too, but instead it was smashed by bullies i was pretty pissed and saddened, and so i fought for the first and last time of my life, i got beaten up pretty badly but luckily i wasn't suspended i was torn up i lost my lvl84 Venusaur and so i quit for awhile but still watched the show. Years later with the popularity of Yu-Gi-Oh happening i decided to get myself some cards it wasn't until like a year later my cards got freaking stolen by the bullies that picked on me. I got tired of being the victim and so I regretably became what i hated the most, a liar and a thief, I've rip-off, stole and lied to little kids, naive newcomers and the like. But what really changed me back was when i was grade 6 i was with my 'friends' we went to the little kids to see what they were doing. One of the little kids was playing pokemon crystal and we started to hassle them, one of the guys took the little kids' gameboy and smashed it to the ground along with the game the little kid was crying but then it reminded me of what happened to me, so i told the guy off. the group beat me up but i never fought back. I gave the little kid my gameboy and crystal version, i was pretty lonely til high school.

<- complain when they steal this.

In 4th grade, my friends mom was a bitch who didn't want to take care of him, so she comes and dumps him at my house and leaves. I'm home alone but I let him in anyways and chill with him till my mom gets home. He happens to have some of his rare pokemon cards with him, so I go grab my stash of rare cards and we see there's any we want to trade.

This motherfucker had the original holographic gyrados that I always wish I had, so I ask if he wants to trade. He says yes and wants to trade for one of my holographic seadras (lol I had 3 at the time) so I gladly accept and got a gyrados!

Little did I know until a few hours later when his bitch mom came and got him, he stole it back AND took my seadra with him too. We never talked again and were never friends again.

Then one day next year, he comes up to me and is like "Hey Michael, is this that gyrados you wanted?" I'm like "Yeah dude, that should be mine!" He says "Come and get it!" then runs into the bathroom and starts ripping it up. I ran in there and grabbed it as fast as I could, but it was too late and the gyrados was torn all over.

I still have that torn card too, and he grew up to be that typical assholes guy who cusses in every sentence, does drugs, cheats on women, thinks he's the shit, just basically that guy you want to punch in the face.

tl;dr Why do you steal my pokemon card on this, the day of my daughters wedding?

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Any third generation guys here?