School was never a good place for me. If I had had my choice, I would have never gone. I didn’t like it. And the school didn’t like me.
My school years were a bad couple of years. I didn’t fit in anywhere. And so, I didn’t have many friends. In fact, I had none. Most people didn’t even see me, to them I was invisible. I didn’t care much about those people. The ones that I cared about where the ones that saw me.
I would have preferred to be invisible to them too. At least then I would have been spared the daily beatings.
I was small during the years I went to school. Not in stature but in mind. They made me feel small. They made me feel weak.
They made me feel like I wasn’t worth anything. That I was nothing.
So I took those beatings, every day, without saying a single word. Because I believed that I couldn’t stand up to them. That I couldn’t fight back. I believed that I was weak.
I always knew that I would get them in the end. That I would get them back for all the things, they had done to me.
That I would make them feel small.
That I would make them weak.
That I would make them hurt.
That was what I was thinking about when I came to school that day. That they would no longer make me feel like that.
That today I was the big one, the strong one.
That today I was the one that was going to hurt.
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