I was a fifteen-year-old boy with no hope for the future. I was always a quiet, reserved boy in school which meant I was one of the losers and one of the loners.
Other kids had a blast making fun of me every chance they got. They would say things to me and behind my back. They spread rumours and sometimes the older boys beat me up.
They made fun of my weight, of my teeth, of my hair and the fact that I didn't do well in school. I was never good at the academic stuff, unlike my siblings.
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