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Chapter 1: Where do I belong?
It was lunch time and like always I would start heading to my usual spot.
Every time I would walk by groups of teenagers playing, chatting or just hanging around, it
would always get me thinking...
After I would arrive at where I always spent my lunch time, I would drop my schoolbag off my
shoulder and just lie down and watch the clouds. This always got me relaxed, it was like
everything around me didn’t exist anymore. The sounds of the others playing and having fun
would fade away, leaving the sound of the wind blowing, dragging my clouds away.
My spot was a lonely tree at the very corner of the school perimeters. The high grass around it
acted as a cushion for me to relax on and the leaves acted as an umbrella protecting me from
the burning sun.
I was always left alone, no one ever came close to me. Except for those rare times where Derik
and his so called pals would come looking for trouble, always throwing empty threats, emptying
my bag on the ground and complaining on why i never spoke with anyone.
He would sometimes push me around trying to pick a fight, but I never made a move and never
came close to doing so. When I was younger Derik went a bit too far and accidently hit me,
giving me a small gash underneath my eye, so my parents got me into starting martial arts.
I never complained about it because it was kind of a necessity, I never really exercised so it was
perfect for keeping me in shape.
It wasn’t a surprise as to why I was a target to people such as Derik. I was perfect for the job, I
was small and always alone. No one would be coming to my rescue any time soon, so why not
bother the little kid by the tree.
After watching the clouds for a while, I would take my lunch bag out of my schoolbag and look
inside to see what was in store for me that day. My mum always made me sandwiches with
different kind of stuff in it every day.
Every time I would start picking out stuff I didn’t like. I never told my mum what I liked and what
I didn’t. She didn’t need to know and I’m sure she would use it as an excuse as to why I never
put on any weight.
People that didn’t know me or weren’t in my class would always think that I was somewhat of a
bookworm, nerd, geek or whatever they call it. But in fact I was just an average grade student.
Teachers always complained at my parents and me sometimes as to why I never spoke in class.
I would rarely study at home and sometimes I would do well on tests and sometimes bad, but I
never really cared.What I was really interested in was the different kinds of groups of teens that were out there.
