In school, I was punished for various reasons because of my strabismus. They kicked my knees and thighs, stepped on my stomach, and forced me to drink water from the pond and toilet. They said, "Your eyes are so disgusting, I'm going to punish you!" Whenever I do these meaningless things I always see their smiling faces lined up in a row. "As usual, it's no big deal." I comforted myself in my mind and waited for time to pass. I knew that even if I told my parents about this, they wouldn't be able to participate in my world. Even if I told them, things would never get better. But even though I did nothing, the situation got worse. They used the open stapler to press down the staples on my palms, leaving round marks on my palms that throbbed and hurt. They also sealed my head into a football leather and asked me to be kicked by them as a "football man". The blood on my head fell on the floor. Until one day, I received a note saying "We are friends" from Xiaodao, another bullied person in the class. Therefore, correspondence with the island became my only real happiness. At nights when I was troubled by uneasiness and couldn't sleep, when I was worried about the future and going to school but couldn't do anything about it, I would lie down and look at the bookcase, staring at the spine of the dictionary sleeve filled with letters. But what I didn't expect was that the island was dragging me into another level of hell...
