Echoes of the past

Part 1

Is it worth taking revenge by losing yourself? This is the issue I can't get out of my mind. I was at school, on Monday we had the first class of mathematics. The teacher comes from the city and arrive to our school a little late, almost 10 minutes. 10 minutes, only 10 minutes are needed that morning for my day to be dark. They come! No, not again. The day I moved was the day I experienced a change in emotions, they changed in seconds. When I finished the fourth grade, the school didn't teach because it was going to close and we were forced to continue it from the fifth grade in  another village, another school.
Old friends changed when they came there. We became strangers, even my close friend Nick took another friend. I was alone. All the happiness I had when I got the news that I would change schools faded, turned to ashes. Let's move on to the next important part. I got bored, I started to distance myself from others. In a football game that was organized by the physical education professor, I decided to take part. The first moment that I touched the ball,I felt like I found that new friend who would probably change that situation a little bit.
I started playing well and the professor noticed this. It's that emotion when someone looks at you with admiration and gives you hope that you are a great talent. This performance did not last long. Arwin was the star of the team and normally did not accept rivals. He turned to me and made an illegal tackle, I fell to the ground. Something called out inside me, it was a voice and said; "Hit him." This voice took control of me and the fist hit him in the face. He fell to the ground and at that moment when I saw him like that I shut down, I was shaking, I thought he was going to bleed. (I had a phobia of blood) He got up, of course I didn't notice but Arwin was the leader of the bullies. All the boys in the class gathered around me together even with the friends I had at another school. They started hitting me. The voice inside me was no longer heard and that day my torture in hell began.