I went to this school where most rich students in my district go to when I was in high school.My parents were just shopkeepers and they thought it was a great idea to send me there eventhough they would earn less than enough to pay for the school fees.I couldn't fit in with my shabby uniforms there.I was fat and sweaty in most days as a kid.The irony in life is that everyone thinks it's cool to poke fun at the shabbiest kid in class or the fat porky kid and I was both.When in english class there was a chapter on The Ugly duckling by Hans Christian Anderson and I could totally relate to that.I thought i'd grow up to be a beautiful swan one day but I'm stuck in that same old shabby fat kid's body,today.I recall wearing leggings to school one day and I showed it to my friends as a joke,one of my stupid friends told everyone in class that I was wearing girls socks.I borrowed a horseblade,cut my leggings and turned it to a sock,this was my first encounter with being mad...