Well, prepare to read a novel. First; yes I am Zengo, ok? Sorry for being a prat.
Well, it all started when we moved to Spain (me, 3 brothers, mum dad and dog)... We went through France, then to Spain to find somewhere we liked to live. We did eventually. My mum had gone back to England TWO times because she felt "ill". Why didn't she go to the Spanish doctors? Why fly back to England?! Read on... Well, we got a place, it was nice. My dad knew something was up with my mum... but lets carry on. Me and my bros got into school, started learning Spanish... it was good. My mum had to go back again, at this time we all knew something was up. I used to help my dad find out - and thanks to me he did. He found out who she was going back to England to see. It was my dads best mate. Pah, best mate... :@ Anywho, my mum was spending 300 pounds JUST to go back and see my dads "friend". I'll tell you his real name. Kurt. Right, so my dad went back to England. He caught Kurt in the phone box, waiting for my mum to ring. My dad grabbed him round the neck and was about to beat the living crap out of him. But, he was saved by the phone ringing. My dad answered, didn't say anything and my mum said "hello?". My dad replied by saying "Hi, it's your husband speaking!". She hung up. My mum have me a hard time that night and stole my mobile. She was getting nasty, so I ran in the room grabbed my phone and ran out onto the street - no shoes on, note this was at midnight. Cutting it shorter now, my dad got back, my mum went off to England again with my little brother. I'll get to the point now, in the end my mum and dad split up - mum and three bros in England, me and my dad in Spain. It's very upsetting for me and my dad. There's more in it for me though, we'll get to that. In the end, my mum went back 5 or 6 times to England. So now the "family" is split up because of my stupid mother.
Well, a few months on and we're at today. At school, it's alright. Spanish school, learning to speak Spanish. Got some friends, classes are ok. But then... there are some English boys and a Dutch ****, who bully me. They call me all sorts of names, mainly "spot face", as I have spots. I call me nerd, gay, **** head, **** face... many names. I say "*Removed* off" to them, and the Dutch kid today started fighting with me. I whacked him back, and it ended soon. He left it by calling me names again. I hate it. I feel really alone, my family is split, school has bloody bullies. It sucks. I don't know why I keep going, probably for my dad and my brothers.
I just wanted to post this to get it off my chest, why I posted it here, I don't know.
Do not be mean to me, I think I've had my fair share.
Jagz
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