TheForestOfEpicness

"Weirdo!" "Bookworm!" the insults came flying at me as I sat in the corner of the corridor I now saw as my own. Like always I had my nose buried in a book and did not even lift my eyes from it pages, the words of my schoolmates just running of me like water on stone. This day was starting out as any other day for me. "Get to school, get bullied, go to class." That was the morning routine for my twelve-year-old self, and as I knew of no other thing, I put up with it. The bell rang and so the day proceeded as usual. A few rubbers were thrown at the back of my head followed by giggles from a girl a few tables behind me. Her voice could never be