There was a time when I liked them, but then I turned 5 and suddenly all these nasty rules get dropped on my head. I was at the school library with my Mum, and I was excited to get into the new books. I was being as quiet as possible, but every time I'd walk off, my mother kept calling me back and it was super embarrassing. This other guy with a laptop had his headphones on and would occasionally stop typing to glare at me, and I couldn't see the big deal. I tried to grab some books to hopefully settle down and read, but I managed to drop them, on my foot. This caused me to squeak in pain, and then that jerk with the laptop stormed off somewhere else. After recollecting myself, I got the books to read for a bit. I read for a bit, I realised I was getting hungry, and as I suffer from hypoglycaemia, I knew this was a huge problem because I really need to keep my blood sugar up. Mum didn't realise, but I left anyway, and she just followed me. I got to this lounge area, with a pool table and a vending machine, but that jerk with the computer was there, too. I could feel my mood changing from the loss of blood sugar, and asked Mum for some m&m's, but she didn't get the message. I couldn't control my temper and threw a tantrum, and eventually she realised I was really low on sugar and relented. After I had eaten, I realised I knew a few of the people here, and decided to do a bit of playful rough-housing. The guy with the computer didn't approve, so I approached him to explain that I was friends with these guys. Unfortunately a well-placed banana peel put an end to that, and I slipped, accidentally kicking this dude in the gonads. I got nervous and couldn't control my smile and laughter, and this guy punched me so hard, I was sent across the room, and I slammed full force into the pool table. My stomach bore most of the impact, and after my snack, I was full. I threw up literally everything. Then everybody else got sick from my sick, and somebody even shat their pants. After this, Mum just grabbed me and left the library. Sensing her anger, I broke free and ran to the sidewalk. I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air