Leon was a different kind of boy, others would say. He didn't fit in with any of the other kids, so naturally he was a threat. Leon would constantly ask himself,
Why? Why did it have to be me? Am I too stupid to understand?
Leon soon cam to the conclusion that he was stupid and had a slow mind. Though, that was not the case at all. Leon had something the others didn't. How had he managed to stay so strong for so many years? How the hell did he manage ti always keep his head high? What where his reasons?
That is what aggravated everyone.
He would always pick himself back up, no matter the damge delt. Leon didn't know this of course.
One fine evening, Leon hobbled out of his school gates. His features had been washed away with a black eye, busted lip and mutiple fresh bruises. H Leon made his way down to an isolated side walk, far from the school he attended, Leon was out of breath. It was obvious he was trying to escape his cruel punishments and it seemed he found a great resting place, but he couldnt stay any longer, they'd find him again. As Leon tried to push himself off the ground, he struggled. His right leg gave out from under him. "Why is it always me!?"
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