The Underlying Cause

Growing up, my parents have always taught me how to be a courteous and responsible human being. It was the right thing for them to do for sure but they forgot to tell me that not everyone lives by the rules.

My nusery school days according to what I remember was uneventful even till primary school. All I did was run around with other children.

I started seeing the world differently when I was enrolled in secondary school (just like high school only that you spend six years). Although my parents provided me with my basic necessities, seeing other kids with more flashy stuff brought in a sense of jealousy that I started stealing from my parents which only brought momentarily satisfaction because I was either caught and punished or literally feel like shit after spending the money.

That wasn't my only problem I was literally beaten like a rag doll in my first two years in secondary school, this brought about bottled up anger inside of me , i was always angry with no where to take out my anger on although sometimes I would beat up my younger brothers but I always got punished for that .

The first day of class during my third year in school was different, normally I was a quiet kid with bad grades and few friends (that was what I called the fools that took advantage of me and bullied me) so that made me a target for most people to vent out their frustrations. I walked to find a suitable position to sit down when a boy named John shoved me into the desk . The fact that I was bullied in the first hours on the first say of school didn't sit well with me any more so I fought back and it felt good because surprisingly he was weak . His twin James ended up joining up in the fight so sensing that I was at a disadvantage, I pulled off two legs of the plastic desk and started hitting them with it until we were separated by my classmates. Fighting those asholes felt good but it was a little depressing when I realised that people were rushing to save the twins when they were getting beat up but nobody had ever raised a finger to save me not even once. I don't know if I could call it depression but I was really sad for a long time, I could not even concentrate on my studies anymore and my grades dropped even more.

My mum who was the person that was actually sponsoring my education was livid, I mean who wouldn't be she kept telling me

"You are smart but if you don't work on yourself people you are better than will surpass you"

My stupidity still continued until I had to repeat a my fourth year, that was when reality hit me. I wasn't doing my self any favours so I begged my mum to enroll me in another school which turned out to be a double edged sword as if to punish me for my insolence for the past years, she enrolled me in a military secondary school and till today I think of that day as the day of my rebirth and that is s the beginning of my story .