I wake up.

I get up from my bed and walk over to the bathroom.

I look at the reflection in the mirror, pure ugliness. I wish to purge it all from my face.

I pack my things, consume my breakfast and walk out the door to the bus.

I take my seat.

All the children make fun of my face, their insults burn like the sun. My ego is brutally mutilated.

I take the punishment on the bus ride, and what awaits me in school is a whole other ball game.

The children mock me as I walk to class. Some even go as far as to torture me physically as well as mentally. I hear them laugh in content as they beat me with their fists. Oh how I wish for all of this to end.

In class it worsens.

The teachers sort of twitch when their glances meet my face, they only acknowledge my presence when I remind them. They never look at my papers or projects and give a B as a default, even if I fail or ace a test it's always a B. I have grown a disdain for that letter.

This all repeats itself until I get home.

When I'm home there's no prejudgement, there's no bullies, there's no creeped out teachers.

There's only the lotion and the endless pornography...

Oh how I long for something more to quell the feeling of emptiness and sorrow within.

And that is why I am going to be a teacher!

I am going to teach future generations just how hopeless life really is, and how worthless you all are ~!