The Story Of A Young Honduran

New School

   I had finally gotten nine years of age, I hadn't had really celebrated about half of my birthdays by this point and, well, that year was no different. The new school seemed to be a private school and it was new. I remember I had seen it under construction whenever I went out of the city, mostly because it was near the main road. When I got in for the very first time, I wasn't really expecting much and my first impressions about the place were not really so positive. It was spacious and it had a lot of people, and even though I was a very social person, I didn't like the fact that there were that many kids in one spot. I was in fourth grade and, well, my mind was still developing, I had a very innocent mind set for the level of intelligence I had. Due to the innocence I used to have, people started to take advantage of me and started doing bullying to me. For example since I really never liked hurting or using too much of my strength against anyone I was called weak, and with that, people proceeded to make fun of me, and whenever they didn't do their homework, I would think that since they were my "friends" why not give it to them, but that became them not doing it once in a while to them not doing it everyday. After half of  the school year had passed, I remember they started getting confident enough to even lay hands on me, they punched me a few times, but one time I was so full of it that I was just done. I walked back around a small corner there was in that school where there was no cameras or anyone around, and so I turned around and waited, I knew he was walking behind me and when he caught up to me I remember I had a conversation with him and I was trully mad, so much I was red. So when he tried punching me, I don't even know how, but I dodged him and punched him so hard in his stomach that he was lying down on the floor and couldn't get up. They had to take him on a wheel chair and he was able to stand up around 30 minutes later. That same day I told my brother about it and he told me he would go to that boy to put him in his place. After that he never dared to bother me again. Even when I had this disgustingly terrible experience, I still had a good one. I had a new teacher that was trully nice, she loved to teach and she said she saw great potential in me, not because of my intellectual capabilities but because of my mind set and my goals. I also had three really cool friends that I really appreciate up to this day.