Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Composition, Being the odd one out

Everybody will have someone we once know from school who was a loner. Someone who is often bullied, someone, who is often insulted and abused.This is a story of this boy named John I once know from my school. John was alone, he had this cold look in his stressful eyes and deep sagging eyebags which makes him look haggard. No one befriended him as he was poor and smelly. Everyday, I would see him walk to school with his worn out shoes and squat quietly at the corner during recess while other children are having fun playing.

Sometimes, mean kids, mostly snobbish and rich, bully him. They would call him "homeless orphan", "dirtbag" and other juvenile insults you can think off. He never reacted. When the bullies fail to irritate John, they would resort to violence and start throwing stones at him and treat him like dirt. It never fails to amaze me how John never retaliated nor report it to the teachers. Whenever he got pushed around, he will just keep climbing back up, holding a silent front against the bullies.

In class, John's place was often dirty. During lessons, the bullies will throw paper balls, eraser shavings, pencil leads at him just in the name of fun. They stick kick-me signs behind his back, poured milk into his bags soaking his books and stick gum on his chair. He never showed any emotions throughout his years in school. It was as if his soul was away leaving just a mere functioning shell. He never opened up to anyone, neither did he ever ask for help.

One summer, just a week away before our break, John did not appear for school. At first no one really bothered, thinking that the boy was just ill. The bullies just found it boring without anyone to make fun of. Days went by, his desk remained empty still. No one knew where did he go. Finally, the school term was over, but John still never came to school. I first though he may come back after the summer break. I was wrong. Summer whizzed passed like a flash, and it was the first day of school. John's desk was still empty.

He just dissappeared. Away from school, away from the bullies. Perhaps his family whom we never seen moved to another town. Where ever did he go, anywhere should be better in other places then having bullies on his tail everyday.

1 Comments:

Blogger MdmSng said...

Good start!

Interesting descriptions.

Careless with tense though. Please check through and remind yourself -- use past tense when you're recounting something from the past.

10:41 PM  

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