Useless.

Worthless.

Good-for-nothing.

Stupid.

Scum.

Tsuna.

These are some of the various names that I respond to. In descending order, they become less often heard. Perhaps I should be upset with this. I am not. These words are me. They define me. I am the child best left behind, the one meant not to be seen, nor heard.

My father must feel the same way, since I can't even recall his face. I know that my Mama thinks that I am useless. She tells me so everyday.

Maybe this is why I dislike getting up in the mornings

School is my own personal hell, what with my total lack of friends. I am the laughingstock of the entire school. I am the kid who can not go a single day with out 'tripping' or having an 'accident'. I return each day with more bruises than the last due to my 'clumsiness'.

I could be exaggerating. I know that there are kids with worse lives. It's just hard to remember this when I am stuck wearing shoes filled with rocks or when I am being pelted with the Dodge ball by both teams.

But that's okay.

I'm going to graduate eventually. Then they will realize that they chose the wrong child to torture. They will see my success and wonder why they are stuck with a failing marriage and unsatisfactory lives.

I will become great at what I love, because I will not take what I have for granted. I will work for my happiness.

So go ahead and hurl slurs at me. They only sting for a moment. You may have won the battle, but I have won the war.

So you may continue to label me.

But really, in the end only my opinion will count.


AN: I really should be in bed right now, alas I am unable to sleep and this plot bunny would not stop eating at me 'til it was written.

Please inform me of any mistakes!