High school is a peculiar place. It holds both your happiest and most painful memories. It dictates the course of your life, shapes it, and constantly evaluates your worth, just by a two digit-number they call "a score". Funny, isn't it? You get bullied for every little detail: ugly, poor, unfriendly, different---anything. You're constantly judged for every move, as if they own this place. And in a way, they do, thanks to the hierarchy of this damned system
I was welcomed into this world in my mother's arms, but my father's? --Never. Is he alive? Is he dead? I never knew him, nor did i care to, because "there is no good in knowing a man like him" is all my mother recited each time I ask her about him.
I grew up fatherless, poor, in a dirty house. Naturally, what could make an easier target for bullying than a life like mine. I had every possible reason to be mocked, so I'm neither mad nor sad about it.
All this bullying, just because I refused a request they made, born fatherless, poor..., does that mean I deserve all this? They said highschool holds your best memories, that you should cherish it -, but is it really the case? Am I living my best life? from day one I've hated it here, all those eyes staring at me like I'm some dirty plastic bag polluting their so-called "pristine little world ".
It really sucks being me.