GSO

So... back in my days as a pariah, I used to want to be alone I was like the weirdo in breakfast club, I was always alone and was my piggy phase, i didn't even washed my hair in days and stuff like that... yeah i know.. the problem was that I wanted people to stay away from mne, I seriously wanted them away I had so much to figure out before trying to be normal.
so okay when I was in 9th grade I was a freak, but sadly I was this tinny littler thing still too small to deffend myself and way to naive to understand I had to. My older brother who was one class ahead of me instead of helping me out, since he just fit fine, used to make fun of me with the rest...

I was there alone, mst of my friends were in diferent school, my parents insisted in having us in private schools where kids can be more and more mean than you expect...

To the point, in class I was afraid of answering 'cause teacher's pets used to bully me afterwards, and I was afraid to move because people made fun of me or my clothes... there was only one person nice to me, even when the whole class made this stupid game of not talking to me for weeks, i was left there, in silence and alone.

The guy who used to speak to me even if the rest hit him was GSO, he was cute and sweet, he was the first one of the class that invited me to play spin the bottle, I kwo that sounds weird, but the game had the kids obsessed and if I ever get to fit there...? I had to play.
he used to come close just to see my homework, not to copy or anything, he was one of the smartest kids in class, he just used to come close to say I did a good job, I know that sounds stupid and unimportant but for the little thing I was, the one with almost no self esteem, that meant more than you imagine.

Not enough? then you never lived the kind of Hell that middle school was for me, I was the smallest one, the weird one withthe boy's haircut and the weird clothes.

Why is he important? because I saw him today, he works at the bank I have one of my accounts on, and I was so surprised to see him, it made me smile, in all the numbness the idea of seeing this kind guy, who, when wasn't cool to talk to geeks and freaks, came to me as a friend.
I came home and googled him Guess what he's doing great if reports are truth, he's married with a sweet looking girl and he still has this sweet, warm inviting smile that made me feel like he deserves everything he has.
When people heard who I actually was and what kind of family I came from they wanted to get close but I hardened by then and then started to be the one to be afraid of instead of the afraid one.
But Gus? Gus always smiled at me, even when most people feared me.

I-m glad he-s happy