The New Kid on the Block

The New Kid on the Block

Preface

“Mommy, will I ever get to make amazing friends? Ones that will have fun and play with me?” I asked my mother curiously. “I want someone to play with on the weekends.”

My mom didn’t know how to reply. I bet she wanted to tell me everything will be alright but she didn’t want to lie to my face. I have been known to be a wimp, a crybaby, and worst of all, a loser by my grade. My life sucks majorly. Why am I complaining about my life when I guess I should be introducing myself. My name is Michael Short. I am currently 10 years old and am starting my 5th grade year. I am 4’6” and 60 pounds, have a brown, slightly wavy hair pattern that goes down to my ears, and my skin was a slight tan. Let’s just say I haven’t tried out nor do I plan to try out for the football team. Those kids are the bullies anyways. That’s right I said it, I am bullied and it has taken hold of every classmate of mine. I am tiny to them, ugly to them, even once called fat by them. I don’t know what to do.

I know I might  sound like I am childish but I can assure you, I am. My life has been pretty spoiled involving money however my parents being present for me isn’t common. They both work high up in the corporate world and they are away from home a lot of the time. My mom knows about the bullies but the parents of those kids support their kid saying he did nothing wrong. I wanted so badly to cry about that would mean I could be made fun of more. I hated hated hated my life!

“Honey,” my mom calmly replied, “you just have to keep trying to make friends. They’ll come around eventually.”

“Thanks mom. I will try my best.” And with that I put on my best smile and went to school. My school, Canterlot Grade School, was known as one of the chain schools leading up to Canterlot High. The school borders the high school and both are walking distance away from my school. I begged my mom to stop driving me to school because one can only be called ‘Momma’s boy’ about 100 times. I really hate school, has the theme caught on yet. Anywhere where the three bullies touch is a place earning the hate. Their names were Hoops, Dumb-Bell, and Score. They are the rising athletes of the school and have a huge ego to match. Hoops is a darker tan boy than I am and has a dirty blonde hair color that covers his eyes. Dumb-Bell has a dark brown skin color with a dirty white hair color that rises higher than it should naturally. Score has a navy blue skin color and black hair covering his eyes. Speak of the devil, there they are now, waiting on the steps for me. I turned away and made sure that I was out of site from them and entered in the side door. I barely made it in after a sneeze by me without them knowing, or so I thought.

About the end of fourth period, I met them again and they made sure to give me a few shoves and punches to remind them to fish over my lunch money quicker. I hated them so much that I did what every other 10 year old would do when he didn’t have a lunch, I ran home. I didn’t care if they followed. I didn’t care to listen to the laughs of the other classmates of mine. I just wanted to go home. A boy the age and size of me can’t handle this any longer.

I arrived home about an hour before my parents were to stop in to say hi and then go back to work. What I wasn’t expecting was for the phone to ring with the caller id being my aunt. I answered the phone, listened for twenty seconds, and then dropped the phone and started crying. I cried and cried for who knows how long and I had a great reason to. My parents, after moving their office to the fifteenth floor, got trapped from a tenth floor electric fire that took hold and spread too quickly. The floors underneath were able to get out however the floors above were too high up to survive. Firefighters were too late in putting out the fire. My parents were caught in the building to escape in time. I am currently evaluating my life. I have an aunt and uncle who are going to take care of me forcing me to move, I have a horrible school and no friends whatsoever, and I also have no parents alive at all. I Hate My Life!

All I ever wanted to do was to make friends and now my number one and two supporter aren't with me anymore.

I was then recalled by my aunt again and asked if I wanted to stay in my house or theirs. I chose theirs in order to be nice and not make them move away from their own home. It was decided in the next year that my stuff would be moved and the will be cashed by my parents leaving me with everything they owned. I know I am moving quickly, but I want to get to the happy part soon. I lived with my aunt and uncle for three years until they decided they wanted a bigger house to support me better and get closer to the school I will be starting at the end of the summer, Canterlot High. I am so excited to start a new chapter of my life and hopefully make amazing friends. I also can't wait to see the neighborhood I will be living in. My aunt and uncle are doing whatever they can to be as close to my parents as they can be. I aunt was diagnosed as sterile so I am their only child.

It was decided by the three of us to move to a house opening on Friendship Circle about two or three blocks away from the school by the next week. Hopefully I will meet someone or some people there who will want to be my friend.