The class ended, the children went running of the classroom, without listening the teacher's last words. He, as always, went out last. He wasn't really interested to go fast because, why? Where would he go? Playing? Talking with his classmates? Out? Slowly, he was going to the loneliness of his room; he didn't know what he could do when he was there. Probably, he would lie on the bed, doing nothing, waiting for dinner, then go back and sleep. A boring life, truly. And that was what he did. He closed the door, without locking it, and he lied down on his soft bed. The curtains where closed, way he couldn't see outside; there wasn't too much light either. The place had a somber look, despite it was all clean and tidy. He really didn't care about it, no one would go in anyway. No one.
From the yard, he could hear the orphens' laughs, playing, having a good time, living. Why he wasn't with them? He really didn't know it anymore. To tell the truth, he did never know why, but the main reason was because he was afraid. Afraid to be rejected, afraid to be a living joke, afraid…all that time locked in himself, that people ignored him, he didn't exist for the rest. He was just greet when he had the best marks at the exams, but…it was like nothing. He would given all his intelligence to have friends, to be a normal kid. He didn't realized, but he started to cry, bitterly, sighing. He hit his buffer, with all the strenght he could with his weak hands. What if someone heard him? Anyway, any one would be there to stay with, to dry his tears and say everything's alright, even when it wasn't. No one.