Hated for nothing!
There was a day when he was happy, he didn't worry about anything, didn't need to, it all started from about year 2 in school, and never stopped. He was an outsider, he knew this. He always would be. He was an easy target, never learned how to stand up for myself. He would sit in a corner of school and cry, while they walked around calling him names. I tried not to let it bother him, but it did... it really did. People he didn't even know, in older years used to do it, shout across the playground, push him over, throw basketballs at his head during P.E, swing crickets bats at him. There seemed to be nothing he could do to stop it.
When he was that young he was only small, I couldn't stand up for himself. The only person he told about this was my granddad, he was the only one he could talk to. He was bullied at home, his older brother would push him, hit him, and kick at him. His father was always working or shouting at him for things he hadn't done. His mum was always shouting, calling him names. As he got older nothing got better, it just got worse. He left primary school with few friends, and went into secondary school, hoping to have a new start, hoping that things might be different. His granddad died shortly after, this hit him pretty hard.
