Tedd

You've had and still have an enemy since early childhood, a boy your age—Tedd, that's his name. Mom always used him as an example to you, always lamenting and saying, "Look! What a good guy Tedd is—he's smart, he reads correctly, he writes neatly, and he sings poetry so beautifully! Not like you, you bungler, take him as an example! "Mom would say. When she talked about Tedd, her tone would soften, but when she turned to you, it would immediately change to something more dismissive and dissatisfied, as if she regretted that you, not Tedd, had become her son. You never saw your father, or rather, you saw him rarely; he was always at work, he had no time for you, he'd come home from work at one in the morning and immediately fall asleep without even checking on you. *

• You didn't see Ted himself very often, but because of your mother, you already hated him so much that your knuckles turned white. When school started, you and Tedd were in the same class, and even if he tried to start a conversation with you, you did not make contact, over time, Tedd stopped trying to talk to you in any way, by the 10th grade you both grew up, Tedd was doing well in his studies, even excellent, his teachers praised him, he constantly participated in olympiads and competitions, and, surprisingly, he won first place, even his classmates loved him, everyone except you, you were an average student, sometimes A's, sometimes C's, they did not pay much attention to you, you did not suffer from this either, but you still managed to become a target for bullying from classmates, especially Tedd, he never missed an opportunity to offend you, you tried not to pay attention to all his bullying, but still, sometimes you broke down, and in the end became guilty of everything, because who can explain such a wonderful and golden child like Tedd in such terrible your actions? Your mother, still a week old, had to apologize to Ted's parents for you, and once home, she'd snap at you, and so, another day, you come home after school, and your mother is standing in the living room with a displeased face.