School. It's that miserable fucking place we are forced to go to for twelve long years, although I only made it through eleven. I always hated school. My sister Lyra was the opposite. It was her happy place. For me, it was my worst nightmare.
Having suffered from Tourettes, A.D.H.D., and anxiety all my life, I was often the target of a lot of bullying. Because I twitched, kids started calling me "Ticci Toby". I used to hate that nickname. Even my teachers would join in and call me that. As you can see, it eventually stuck, but I hated everything it stood for.
Aside from the name calling, the abuse was physical as well. Kids would push me into lockers and trip me in the halls. Back then I never knew how to defend myself. I never fought them back. That's probably why they never stopped. If I knew then what I know now, I would have beat the shit out of every last one of those motherfuckers. But I was weak. The poor, defenseless Toby that Connie failed to raise.
I wouldn't take back a single one of my actions. Everything worked out alright in the end. Well, sorta. Ok, not really there's nothing "alright" about what I've become. At that point, school would become the least bit of my worries.
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Beyond The Hatchets: The Life of Toby Rogers
Novela JuvenilYou all know me as the twitching, murderous Phycopath the internet makes me out to be, but I'm telling you, there's more beyond the hatchets.
