Haxhi's English Journal

 Story of my life…

It all began when I was 5. I still remember it as if it was yesterday. It changed my emotions to life quite dramatically. At first I didn’t understand what people were saying. I was like any other confused kid that always had a mind full of imagination that would always dream of going on adventures. Well I noticed life wasn’t as heavenly as it seemed as a kid. I got taught that the hard way. Its was on a summers evening nearing my birthday when the insults started flowing in. I was confused to why these people were insulting me for no apparent reason. I hadn’t even come close to doing something to give them a reason to insult me. But it was their way of entertainment. I just tried to ignore it but sooner or later I knew they’d get bored and advance from insulting. I just wanted them to go away and for everything to go back to normal again. As i eventually became six, the insults and bullying was a everyday thing for me. It didn’t only make me a target at school it effected how teachers looked at me and reacted to me and it effected my method of learning. I wasn’t able to sit casually in a class with friends and gossip here and there. No. It was nothing like that at all. In fact i was on my own for my own safety and emotions. I had private lessons all by myself and felt alone. The teacher that was teaching me was called Mr Alberto. He was a Spanish middle age man who wasn’t enthusiastic about his job at all. In fact i didn’t really feel safe around him. He was a bit like a “Big” bully himself. Lets say i had a sneeze or cough he’d say something in Spanish and screw at me then he’d hold his nose and exit the class like i was a disease or “thing”. I was just stuck with myself in the classroom depressed with myself and life and had no one to support me. Especially having my parents die in a car crash when i was 4 years old made me even more upset and depressed. I was in a foster home. It wasn’t any better either. The other kids disrespected me and treated me as crap. I was only 6! I was six years old and having depressing thoughts already! I still couldn’t have believed how these other humans who had the same features as me was treating me differently like I wasn’t another ordinary human being too. Why were they targeting me? What made these people I hardly knew pick on me? I was trapped. It was when I was nearing year 2 when I was heading home from another depressing school day and for some reason I felt like I was being followed home. I was nervous which caused me to pick up the pace once I got off the bus and start to run back home quite agitated but as soon as I turned the corner I got grabbed straight from the neck quite viciously and as I turned around to see who it was I felt a object hit my head with great pressure causing me to collaspe but as soon as I woke up I found myself strapped to a chair in a dark eerie room and when i lifted my head up to see who or what has done this to me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Mr Alberto himself…