>7th grade
>In English class
>School has special phone systems so teachers can communicate without students understanding the conversation
>Phone rings
>Teacher answers it
>She sounds a little surprised and looks at me
>"Anon, someone's waiting for you in the office."
>Shrug it off, and head to the office
>A cop's there
>"Are you anon?"
>The very fucking outfit of a cop strikes the fear of god into me ever since I saw a guy get assaulted to death by a batshit crazy cop
>"Y..Yes, sir."
>He looks me dead in the eyes
>"Listen, I have horrible news."
>"Your parents died in a car accident. They went flying off the [insert huge fucking bridge here, I'm not trying to make it see cliche, the bridge it was a country-record in terms of height] bridge when someone accidentally blind-sided into their car and sunk to a distance where when they tried to swim up they drowned."
>Notice the cop's face, I was too in shock before
>It is the same fucking cop who killed the guy
>The fact my parent's died and I was informed of it by the murderer they call a cop told me threw me into near shock
>Fucking rage of one-thousand gods forced into me and I managed to fucking LIFT UP the cop and pin him to a wall(I was a big kid back in middle-school)
>"You're the fucker who did it! I know you fucking did! You killed a man before, chances are you did it to my fucking parents too!"
>End up getting pulled off by school security guard and hand-cuffed just to keep the other cop safe

I remember when it happened too.
March 12, 1994. It was about 11. I only got like 4 hours worth of sleep. I was 13 years old. The cop had bright green eyes and grey hair.

Keep this story in mind the next time you're pissed at your family, /v/. Be happy they're still there. Be happy they weren't possibly murdered by a crooked cop. Be happy you weren't thrown into a hell-hole of a life because of a killer cop.