I was half French and half Indian (from Kerala).
Because of that, I got bullied most of the time.
I was born in Kerala and raised by my mother.
When I was 4, she passed away due to cancer. After that, my dad took me to France, where he lived with his wife and two children.
I struggled to adapt—to the language, the culture, and the people.
My stepmom was a kind lady, unlike her mother and her children.
They didn’t like me from the beginning, but that didn’t bother me much. I was already busy being bullied at school.
By the time I was 5, I had started to adapt.
It was in senior kindergarten that I met him.
His green eyes caught my attention first—those deep, forest-green eyes reminded me of my native land.
Since I continued in the same school, most of the kids who used to bully me were still around.
To avoid more bullying, I came up with a brilliant idea: befriend the new kids.
More friends meant more support—less chance of being bullied.
I executed the plan with a big, cute smile and walked toward my first target: him.
As a child, he made a perfect poker face. His expression clearly said, “Stay away.”
And I did.
I'm a smart kid, you know. But my bullies weren’t as smart. They walked right up to him and started picking on him.
“Come on, guys, don’t you have anything better to do? Such a boring hobby.”
Not that I could actually say it out loud.
Poor boy… he had to face all of that, just like I did.I was worried about what they were going to do to him.
Then, for a brief moment, he tilted his head and looked straight into my eyes.
Just then, our ex-homeroom teacher appeared.The moment they saw her, they scattered and ran away.
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