Chapter 1. First day of first grade.
This is the story of a young man who had to prove himself cool by doing dares no matter what they were. Even the one that caused him to lose everything. His name was Chini Mawi he was the kid everyone laughed at. The kid that sat down at the lunch table, and everyone got up and left. The kid who would be beaten up for lunch money or sometimes just for fun. He never did like the nickname people gave him, but no one chooses their nickname.
It started when he was in 1st grade and had just moved to New Hampshire. He was so excited for the first day of school. "Mom and dad this is going to be so cool, i'm going to make so many friends," Chini announced with the biggest grin on his face. He went to the first day of school with a huge pimple on the tip of his little, pointed chin but that didn't stop him he was so eager to make new friends. He walked into the classroom and sat down with a giant grin on his small face. Some girls in the row next to him were pointing at him with short, giggling whispers. He sat through the whole day being laughed at and tormented, unrenowned to the teacher. Finally the hell was over. It was the end of the day. When everyone was going outside to get onto the buses to go home one kid deliberately bumped into him and knocked all of his books on the ground then trampled them into the dirt like a flower in a field of a backyard football game. By the time Chini had gotten all of his books picked up and put back in his backpack, all the other kids were already on the bus. He starts in the direction of the first bus. When he reaches the black, dirt filled steps he slowly walks up them into what he didn't know but was yet to become the first and worst bus ride of his life. Chini could here all of the other children talking loud. But when he came into view from all of the students on the bus, not just 1st grades but 1-4 graders, everyone grew silent. There was only one seat left on the hot crowded bus. It was in the front seat where only the most looserish of losers sat. Chini took off his bag and sat in the seat. A few boys in the back were yelling out "Chin, Chin, Chin"...etc. eventually more and more kids joined in the chant and before he knew it everyone on the bus was yelling out chin. From then on his nickname was chin. He tried so hard to hold back tears, biting his lower lip until a drop of blood ran down to his tongue. When all of the sudden he felt a slap on the back of his head. He reached his hand around the back of his head he felt something warm and mushy. It was applesauce. At that time he wiped it off and a couple tears ran down his cheek and dropped onto his shorts.
As the bus came to a slow stop out in front of his house he wiped away the tears. He didn't want his parents to know that he had been crying. Chini's mother and father were standing next to the mailbox just itching for him to get off the bus and give them a giant hug and tell them about his first day of school in the first grade. As soon as he got off the bus his mother ran over to him to give him a hug, as his father casually walked over to him and they noticed something was wrong. "Hunny what's wrong, did you have a bad first day of school?" his mother questioned. He couldn't even manage to let out one word; he had a huge lump in his throat. He just gave his mom a tight squeeze as the tears rolled down his face and dried on his mother's apron.