Deion's First day of Discomfort

Time is like a river, never ending, always changing, and always moving. I never could have predicted what would happen at that time or later then. My name is Deion, and sure I've always been a bit chubby... Okay maybe fat, but people always tended to take things too far such as when I was in primary school.

"Hey DD! Stop stuffing your face and pass us a pencil will ya?" (Oh by the way DD means Dumpling Deion)

"Shut up! It's got nothing to do with you!" I scream with all my force.

"DD!" "DD!" "DD!" "DD!" "DD!" Like moths a single vulnerable flame the boys and some girls circled around me. With that single taunt, my already fragile self-esteem shattered like glass as if it was hit by a baseball. I looked around for an angel, an angel to protect me from them, only when i realised that I wasn't going to get one, i crouched into a ball, a shell of human skin.

Every day of my life is full of these comments and it never seems to stop. I'm in a perpetual cycle with no visible end. Wake Up. Go to school. Get bullied. Go home. Cry myself to sleep. You may be wondering what about my parents? Well my mum has mental issues that make her unable to concentrate on more than one thing at a time and yet she irons my uniform, cooks my lunch and cleans my uniform every day. She is like a ray of sunshine to brighten my cloudy and disheartened day. My dad though, he's the complete opposite of her due to his Spartan like personality his heart is battle-hardened from my emotions and attempts to become friends with him. He forced me to learn different languages, and the piano, during the time i thought it was hell but I never knew what would happen to me years later.