Others say I am a hopeless bad boy.
But no one knew that my parents died unexpectedly when I was ten years old, and I was left to live under the shelter of others and received a lot of cold treatment.
The phrase "a wild child without a father and a mother" forced me to pick up the bench and put on the mask of rebellion with my own hands.
I thought I could protect myself with my sharp edges, but fate threw me into the most chaotic Eleventh Middle School in the west of the city.
Here I started my counterattack.
