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For me, it happened back in 3rd grade. I was 9 at the time.

I went to school in a tightly knit small town. Everyone in the neighborhoods knew each other. Everyone in the school knew each other. So it was definitely super noticeable whenever someone new moved in.

One day, in the middle of class, the teacher announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, today there will be a new student joining you all!" And everyone in the class got excited, since a new student was a rather rare occurrence. "New student?" Several kids in the class cried, excited.

Then the new kid walked in. Though everyone else seemed excited to meet him, I noticed something off about this kid from the get-go. He had this dead look in his eyes, unusual for a kid our age, and though he was slow moving, he looked strong, like he could strike at any minute.

At first I thought I was being too cynical.

But over the past few days, kids in our class screamed and appeared hurt, and at the scene it was always just them and the new student nearby.

Like for example, he stabbed a girl's hand with scissors, hurting it, and then told her to not tell anyone or he'd kill her whole family. Everyone was too scared to tell the teacher.

Our classroom was always happy and optimistic, but this kid made the entire class super terrified and gloomy.

One day, the teacher told me and him to go into the classroom closet, where two kids at a time would practice with vocabulary word flash cards for 5 to 10 minutes. At first, he seemed to play along, but then took out a huge kitchen knife from his backpack. He tried to stab me, but I just barely stopped his hands. I started to scream. "Miss! Miss! Help! Help! Somebody! Anybody!"

And from there, he was suspended from our school, and sent to juvenile detention center.

I was hoping my premonition about him was wrong and that he'd be a cool kid...but man, I was right as fuck.