I love moving.
Or shall I say, I love the idea of moving. I've been dreaming about it for ages but it never really came to fruition.
Living in this town felt like hell to me and I just wanted to get as far away as possible. For years, I've literally begged my parents for us to move somewhere else, but they just rejected the idea every time and I never really understood why. Now, here I am still stuck in this town that I hate so much.
Well, I didn't really hate this town in the beginning. It was a quiet neighborhood away from the bustling city, which I really liked. And most of the neighbors were really nice too. Living here was quite peaceful, until the day I started going to school.
On my first day of school in Kindergarten, my nightmare began.
I remember waking up early that day because I was excited about finally going to school. I took a bath, ate my breakfast and packed my things in my backpack before going out to school.
My school was just a 10-minute walk from my house. My mom walked me to school that day since it's my first day. She then left when we reached the gate. I kissed my mom goodbye, then started walking inside.
While I was walking, happy thoughts were on my mind. I thought about things like meeting new friends and doing good in class and getting a star from the teacher if possible. I was all smiles just thinking about it, but then suddenly my happy thoughts were cut short.
I tripped over and fell head first. I didn't know why I fell but I did felt like I bumped into something before I fell on my face. I slowly raised my head and tried to get up when I saw someone in front of me, staring with a smirk on his face.
That was when I first met him.
My bully.