The kids at school call me Stewie. I don't like that name, but I can't say anything. If I do the usual happens, you know, a couple hits to the face. Here lately they have been trying new things like shoving me in a locker. Personly I don't mind that, the solitude is quite enjoyable.
My real name is Steward. My mom loved that name. She told me that all the smart kids were named Steward,right before........ Well you get the picture.
My father, Kevin, doesn't like my name. I don't care though. He doesn't like me anyway. He didn't want me you know. After my mom passed. Someone dropped me off on his front door. I tried to escape once but he caught me and whipped me. So I don't do it anymore.
The only place I like to be at is my room. I don't have anything in there besides a bed, but when I'm in there I'm away from everyone else. Sometimes I lock my self in there for days. Kevin doesn't care, actually he probably doesn't even know I'm in there. He's always drunk.
I tried to make friends, I just don't know how. So I tend to sit alone at lunch.
