Winter, summer or autumn, whichever people love the most, but summer looks perfectly perfect to some, that's the opposite of the matter here in the 'Belx' Santa Corl's famous ghetto, all kinds of stories are told here, shocking but true you've never heard my story.
Riding a bike home straight after school, I ran into a group of bullies.
"Nerdie pants how does your bike jerk at you" the first guy said and they all laughed.
"No don't make fun of him or he'll run crying to his baby momma" the second guy said and laughed a second time.
They go on taunting and laughing out their eyes at me when one of them, the hugest pushed me so hard that I could nearly feel my lungs shriek. And I so full of agitation unlike my normally calm and reserved person, I bit off a good quantity of his thumb and he yelled out for help. Awkwardly, I moved back slowly and tried to retrace my steps and bang, I had never seen so much stars in my life.
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That was ten years ago and alot hasn't changed about me not the 'Belx'. The 'Belx' is still and always would be filled with bad people and places and at most times, wrong people become bad people. And as for me at eighteen (18), I'm bullied almost everyday. Not trying to recollect how embarrassing the ordeals were. My name Billie never really changed it was still there like Mum.
Mum never cared for me, she did drugs and never really wanted me to go to school l, never actually accepted me as her son, never told me who my dad was. I think she must be mad at me for not being the same as she. Maybe a 'Belx-led' teenager would have done her some good. Being that meant being an addict, a runs boy or a lap dancer and for one cause I was a boy and not a girl and males in the field don't get patronized as much as the ladies did. So Mum hated me the more.