Another normal day at school. I come into the classroom; the usual insults to my cloathing, my personal attitude and some paper aeroplanes are thrown at me.
School starts.
Everytime I raise my hand people shout out things like ‘teachers pet’.
In the break my best friend tells me he doesn’t want to hang around with me anymore because I’m too ‘uncool’ for him and made him look bad.
I go home.
I go straight to my bedroom with my mobile.
I start typing a text with T9. Everytime the mobile gets a word correct I finally feel understood once in a while. It is my closest friend.