He would walk to school, kicking a rock out of the way. He sighed to himself, looking back at his house. He never expected to experience school in the worst way possible, but not as worse as the abuse he received from his family.
His name was Sam. Sam was quite a misfortunate guy.. He was pitiful, yet people never pitied him, because he looked hideous. He lived all his life with people criticising him to the point he would even hate himself.
He was a child. He never knew what was so wrong with him, not being able to enjoy his own youth because of people and his family, especially his grandparents criticising him and his face. He was hideous, but he was smart. Unfortunately, his family never cared for his achievements. His family wasn't proud, embarrassed with even coming with him infront of the stage at his own graduation.
He had been humiliated his whole life, people bullied him, picked on him, blamed him for the things he never even did.. Just because of how he looked. He cried everyday, not having the chance to even enjoy his childhood.
He would grow up, Having grown taller, smarter but uglier. Once he entered school, people would laugh at him, the teacher never stopping it, just giving a smile as if holding back their own laugh. It seemed like he had gotten used to it, as if it was just a daily routine for him. He never cared, and never gave them the reaction they wanted from him.
"Ah, what a wonderful day." He thought to himself, looking up at the sky, the cold breeze embracing him, leaves falling down on trees, some flying off due to the wind. He thought that if only if he were worthy enough for the standards in society, He could enjoy having friends.. Having a real family.
He eats his lunch at the rooftop, looking over at the edge, imagining himself, having what ifs. What if he let their words get to him? What if he got so tired he would decide to end it once and for all? Those questions often plagued his mind, but he never did them. He still had hope, hope for a life he never expected he'd have, even if it seemed impossible.
The bell would ring, signalling it as the end of the students' break. He would get up, tidying the place where he had eaten. Going back to class, walking in a steady pace.
As he enters class, he would be greeted by the noise made by his classmates. All he thought of them was just people trying hard to fit in society, degrading others when someone does it to be in the spotlight. He doesn't understand why they have to hide who they really were, Why they would want to forget.