Miguel O'Hara fat 2

I tried to concentrate in class, but everyone loved to tease me just for being stuffed, I felt like everyone was making fun of me behind my back. "Damn idiots..." I thought as I clenched my fists.

I used to get into trouble, I hated people laughing at my tastes, so I hardly ever mentioned them or talked about them, only with Peter. He was my only friend.

As I left school, I felt paper balls being thrown at me.
"Fucking fat ball" some people shouted, which made me furious, he wasn't even that fat... I think.

I stood up to confront them, but there were too many of them, so they beat me up, my glasses ended up on the floor, and my nose started bleeding a little. I couldn't see very well, but I felt someone else's presence. "What? Are you going to make fun of me too?"