It was Monday morning. Just like everyone I hated Monday mornings not just because it is the start of the week but because of something that no one understood. Just like always I woke up from my alarm clock at 6:50. I didn't want to go to school today because of last week's incident. But eventually I got out of my blanket and for a moment sat on the corner side of the bed and began thinking about last week incident and I started to feel embarrassment and shame all over again. So I shook my mind out of those feelings and got up and went to the bathroom to get a hot steamy shower. As I was taking a shower thoughts kept on coming to my mind. And all these thoughts were negative thoughts. These thoughts consists of anger, emotion, embarrassment, pain. I snapped out of these thoughts when my mother knocked my room door and told me that breakfast was ready. I turned off the shower came out with the towel tied around my waist. Dried myself and wore my uniform that my mother ironed for me since I forgot to iron it. Picked up my tied and tied it. Then got to my dresser and took out whatever belt came in my hand. I was picky in anything. Then went to that mirror and combed my silky black hair. I didn't comb my hair for long because eventually after a few seconds it became a mess not matter how hard i tried. Picked my by bag and went downstairs and sat of on the dinning table to eat my breakfast. I had the same breakfast for almost my entire life. Yogurt and toasted bread. I ate my breakfast pretty quickly and washed my hands. While my mother was making breakfast for my Father. So I placed the plates in the sink and said Goodbye to my mother and went out for school. My school wasn't far away. I usually walked to the. While i was walking I heard a voice "July!! Wait for me" . It was my friend Charlie. He came running to me as if I were a thief that was running from him. I didn't want to talk to anyone . But Charlie was a nice person he knew almost everything about me. So sensing my mood he didn't speak anything and just shook my hand and we just walked quietly to the school. Although Charlie wanted to ask how I was doing because of I didn't answer any of his phone calls or messages because of last week's incident. We approached the school gate and I was very nervous. I wanted to turn back and go home but I couldn't. So I entered the school building and for a moment my legs froze when all I could was all the students staring at me.
What incident happened to July that caused the students to stop what they were doing and started to stare him?
I know that I wrote too many useless things and I'm not very good at writing just I'll try my best. If there's anything that I did wrong please let me know I'll improve that thing in the future.
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The Boy Who Stood Back Up
Ngẫu nhiênA boy is born with a speech impediment and is bullied throughout is life. He lives in a mortal dread of speaking. He's broken many times and goes through a lot in his life. But later fights it and stand back up strong
