He walked down the halls, he could feel their disgusted stares, hear their nasty whispers about him and hear their hushed laughs as he walked passed them. But he ignored them as best as he could.
He was new, a week ago he had came to America for a...
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LEXI
A week has passed and the same treatment continued but it started getting worst. Teachers openly humiliated him while some of the other students avoided him like he had the plague and some called out his weight publicly and pushed him around.
He started hating everyone at his school. No one stood up for him, they just watched, laughed and pointed as if he was blind, deaf and dumb. In every one of his classes there was always someone teasing him.
If it wasn't the students it would the teachers, they'd ask him extremely hard questions and when he couldn't answer it, someone would reply saying that all the fat was making him stupid.
He hated them.
He told his mom one Friday afternoon when he came home from school, it hurt her heart after he has finished but she was also furious. He had to stop her from going back to the school that same afternoon and suing them.
The only reason he moved to America was because of his mom's job as a secretary of a bank that was to be opened in the next 4 months. (Hence why he was so good at math)
That's how long he had before going back to his home—Italy.
He was happy to be occupying his mom, but he didn't have a choice than to go with her. He was underage to be living in his own especially for 4 months so he had to go with her.
He thought to himself as he climbed into his bed that night after finished his homework and his bath. He stared up at his ceiling checking how many days he had left.
"I have 113.75 days left" He mumbled to himself.
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