‘When I went down to breakfast, Tyson was mean to me, and others started to call me a freak. The whispers were harsh.’ I started, and my Dad waited, knowing more was to come.
‘Then, at training, the boys refused to train with me anymore, said none could beat me, and it was more than just not wanting to spar with me. It was how Tobias said it, how hurtful and the anger he gave off; he acted like he did not like me and hated me; he spat his hurtful words with so much venom.’ I whispered softly to my dad, knowing he would understand and maybe give me the comfort I longed for.
‘You like this, Tobias?’ My Dad asked, already knowing the answer before I answered.
‘I thought he was my best friend, and we did many things together.’ I went on to tell my father about movie nights together, tutorin
