What If I'm Not Good Just
My story

Since childhood, a decent life, for a child, I have never felt at all. I feel so different from my other brothers, but what can I do .

Protest only in the heart. If I feel that I am alone in this world, well that is how it is, I cannot hypocrisy to deny it.

From Elementary School, the economy of my parents was devastated, we with 4 brothers, very hardship my parents to school at the best school.

But to go to school there, the mental burden must also be strong. I remember most, every skill lesson, was told to buy a 1/2 meter cloth, my mother who could afford 1/4 meter, and I must have gotten a teacher's omelin, even in the law .

I was told to buy skill materials, of course my mama had trouble buying, and I was definitely told to drop out of every skill class. His teacher was cruel, heartless. Maybe I never lived as hard as I did.

If other people's good times exist, a friend of a friend has a nice pen, a nice pencil box, not with me. I never envy anything that people have, only my heart is sad and wry, without being able to protest and hold all in one story of my life.

You could say, I'm a child fit his grades in elementary school, even a lot of red, because the school that my parents think is good, oknum teacher is not so. If there is a child with money giving gifts, it is certain their rapot value is good, I can what, give gifts? no, just make school my parents should be stuck in bed.

So the problem of rapids always adorn 4 red, red, because only I never give what to my teacher, every class, sad right? rank 42 out of 45.Yeah.sohhh.

But that time does not apply during Junior High, the same foundation school, but the teacher is more fer and more sporty, imagine students ranked 42 out of 45 can win the top 3. Unimagined? 🤭🤭🤭

That's my story, in the son threshed only because my parents were lacking, unlike other children.

The morning as usual.

" Cas, don't forget, after school, pick up the cloth and sweep your house of duty".

" Yes ma".

" Your sister is awake? ".

" No ".

" Wake him up, tell him to take a quick shower, let your uncle take you to school".

" Yes ma".

Casey woke up the sister, preparing to head to school.

" It's good to learn, son".

" Yes ma.., "said Casey .

At school Casey did not have many friends, but anyone she accompanied .

" Cas, is your PR done? ".

" Already, recorded the same sir Sinaga a lot yes Francis ".

" Eslightly men, lazy to write," Francis said.

" How else, another creepy principal ma'am, if you go into his office, we will be in college" said Francis.

" Yes.., we just finish PR, can get a lot of red, especially those who do not understand ".

" Fran, can I borrow your red pen?".

" May nihhhh ".

" Thank you Fran ".

Fran nodded too.

My Junior High is more beautiful, from the story of my elementary school days, I am beautiful, although not as high as other children, but the upperclassmen are chasing me a lot.

As a girl of kuper (less association), a girl of inferiority, I was not so able to blend in with other friends.

I'm quite pursued by a lot of men, honestly in the pursuit of upperclassmen and on par with me, there is a feeling of kege eran, at my buying age, but I never thought to date.

All I know is studying hard, without thinking about the courtship thing.My teacher is very good, and the comfort I began to feel, since stepping foot in Junior High School. Friends close to me also make me happy and feel alone again.

I'm not so close to my sister, right above me. I was estranged as a child in the middle of my family.

Often feel alone and not at home, but where should I go?

Sometimes ask, what people have children more than 2, can be uneven and fair to love their children? I don't know, I don't know.What I feel, the difference in affection is very striking, I feel like a child pickle, of course, people always say my skin is blacker than my brother's skin, I was often said to be nothing like my brother, but I just stayed quiet and stayed away, feeling sad and just lonely. I love to write poetry, read comics, and novels, my daily life is not like other children. Not self-defense, I'm a diligent child, but never considered.

I sometimes think, why should I be born, if I am never wanted. I once asked if I was a child, or a child taken, no one answered me at all. Until now I also do not know, whether I am a kanfung child or not, if from the birth certificate, there is the name of my mother and father.

I don't know, sometimes it's like a mystery that goes unanswered.

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Don't Forget

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