Twas a lonely night- scratch that.
long, long time ago- no that is not right, it wasn 't that that long ago
how about I just tell you about how it all began.
so I grew up in a second world country, you 're probably wondering what that means, well it means a country that is not the united states of America but is closely allied to it (like most of Europe, why didn 't I just say Europe then well its likely that you won 't know what or where that is anymore since it doesn 't exist anymore, partly because of me.
so how did that happen, I 'm getting to that but first a bit about me, or who I used to be.
see I grew up on a farm with 3 brothers and my parents, there was always work to be done so we had our chores and that was fine. at first. then due to failing prices on produce, we had to expand, meaning more work, then as we grew older my brother headed out to start their own lives but the amount of work stayed the same, just fewer people to do it, at some point even my mother left the farm since her and dad never
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so you might wonder why I stayed there until I was 19, well I told you how it was at home but school life was way worse. you see at home the abuse was mostly physical, but at school, hah at school, it, was, Mental, top dogs think they are hot shit and to prove it they need someone to pick on, enter my brothers and me, I can 't speak for how bad it was for my brothers but they must really have stepped on some toes for boy did I inherit a world of torture. from both teacher and kids alike. it started small like most things do with the teacher arranging seats so that I had to sit next to a drafty window, which meant I always had a cold, next was never being picked for questions that I raised my hand for, and picking me for those that I didn 't, even if there was those who had their hands raised. now kids ain 't stupid they pick up on such things, and so I became a target, my grades dropped, which gave the teachers even more reason to pick on me, you get