Chapter 1The Boy Behind the Name
They say every beginning is beautiful, but the beginning of my story was a bit different. My name is Steve—or at least, that is the name you will know me by. It isn't my real name, but the truth hidden behind it is completely real.
I was always the kind of boy who lived in his own world. Good at studies, quiet in class, and the perfect example of a 'decent kid' for my family. My parents had high expectations for me. They believed that one day their son would make them proud. And to be honest, that’s exactly what I wanted too.
But in that old school building, where lives are built, my life took a different turn. That was where I met the people I used to call my 'friends.' Those friends who laughed with me, but in their laughter, there was never any real place for me.
I still remember my very first day of school. I went with my mother, and my nursery classroom was on the ground floor, right to the left of the stage. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes fell upon two little boys sitting across from me. I had no idea back then that these two rascals would become so close to me—though, perhaps, I never became truly special to them.
We used to sit together in class, but whenever the recess bell rang, I would find myself completely alone. No one ever played with me. I used to sit on the stage all by myself, watching the rabbits in the mini-zoo, wondering how even they had friends, while I had none.
