Izuna Masanori

The bullying never stopped,kids were mean to those who they saw as ‘different’I was different because of my family,my father,he was a ruthless,dangerous man,rarely ever showed his face at my school unless he really had to,and today was that day,I sat outside the principals office waiting for him to come out and take me home,the door opened and he stepped out giving the receptionist a cold side glance,before focusing his attention on me Let’s go home okay?