I hate how mean I used to be...

I had a lot of reflecting and I'm so happy I'm a nicer person than I was freshman year. I ended up making friends on the last day of school with the most quiet kid in honestly the whole school. He never talked. He cried when the teacher called on him to answer a question and always sat alone. He tried to talk to me on the last day of school but just fumbled his words and sped past me. I sat by him on the bus and signed his year book. He still wouldn't talk so I just texted him on messenger to make it easier and we actually had a good conversation. He thought I didn't like him because back in the 9th grade he heard me call him the future school shooter.... I think back to how awful I was. Not just to him... To others. I invited him to join my after graduation party since he had no one coming to see him graduate. He's in foster care and ages out next month. His mom is in Quebec Canada. So he's French Canadian and is fluent in french. He was pretty quiet at the graduation party and my friends asked why he was here... He was obviously nervous and probably didn't enjoy himself so I invited him to my house to hang out Sunday and that was the first time I really heard him talk. I found out a lot about his life. His mom got her green card revoked and got deported. He doesn't want to talk about how she got it revoked but she is back in Quebec and he's in America. He said before she got deported they used to visit Canada ever summer and he misses her a lot. I asked him why he was so quiet and he said he moved to America when he was 4. He tried to make friends but in the second grade he had a bunch of 2th graders calling him a dirty immigrant so he became very reserved. I honestly wish I had given him the time of day. He's actually pretty cool. He brought weed lmao. I never thought the quiet kid smoked weed. I apologized again for what I said about him being a school shooter but he kept saying it's ok. I remember someone commented on my other post saying he could be a creep but he's not creepy at all. He actually told me he's asexual biromantic. He's the first asexual I ever met. Just hearing him talk about his life and spend almost 14 years in America without a single friend made me feel even worse for what I said to him. Middle school to 9th grade for some reason I thought I had something to prove... So I was mean and hateful to fit in with my friends. I eventually realized I wasn't happy being a bitch so I changed... My friends always make fun of how I changed. I know he's probably not the only one who's feelings I hurt and I really hope I have truly become a better person from then. I'm a high school graduate now and this is a new start from High school. Just hope I leave a better mark then I did in highschool..