It started like any other day. Mourning routine, school, and then my free time where I would play on my Nintendo DS since I was a fairly lonesome child without many friends.
Lonesome was an understatement
I had no friends.
This turned me into a person that lived in the fantasy of my books, games and mind. My favorite escape was Pokémon. The little sprites would make me smile every time they uttered their crys. This child hood obsession left me on that day.
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It was the end of the school day and the bullies had done a number on my mind and self-esteem and I started to make my long trek home since there