I have never really fit in with these snooty-rich boys, with their privileged lives full of everything that shines.I come from a family with no mother, and a brother (half of our income) who has recently been killed in the war. I am the only one to attend a proper school, my father breaks his back to make this happen. He wants a better future for me, and for that I am pushed and made to strive get the best marks, but I am no where near brilliant. I got teased a lot for being poor and under privileged, I have become more violent because of this and had to start fighting to withstand everything. I will not tolerate being walked over and pushed around. I am power hungry now. The choir instructor saw this yearning for leadership, need for power, and want for nothing less than being on the top, for once; this is why he placed me in charge of the choir. After that initial taste of power I have just craved more and more. I will be at the top of the pyramid anywhere I go, no matter how much it takes, or what I have to do to get there; I will no longer be at the bottom of anything.
Poor misunderstood child.
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