Prologue
Grade school was the worst times in my life. Bullied and abused by my schoolmates and one boy that I would hate until the day I die-Ethan- he started bullying me. Everyday was torture, but I remember what my father said "You have to face battles that seem impossible but they are not impossible." My father died when I was 10, he died in a car crash.
That changed my life, I was close to my father than anything. My mother and brother tried to seem that they are okay but I know they are not.
I went to school and every day the same getting bullied and hurt.
After my brother saw how beat up I came from school, he took me to a boxing gym to learn how to defend then I started to do MMA.
One day a kid tried to hurt me and I knocked him out. After that day no one came close to me.
Ethan still tried to bully me but he kept his distance. Later he got sent to a boarding school, for being to reckless.
Now I am 17 and my last year of high school which I thank the gods that I am almost done with school.
High school was a bit better, I did make friends, Michael and Emma. We have been friends since freshmen year and we have been close every since.
Last year of school, what can possibly go wrong?
