Nobody listened to this seven-year-old. That

My name is Ivan. I’m seven years old. I love my Mommy and Daddy very much, but to be honest, I’m scared of them. They hit me and I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.

Today I got up and went to school. I did all my schoolwork and I really like the teacher and my whole class… but I don’t have any friends. During recess I stay in the classroom and draw. Nobody wants to be friends with me. I’ve tried to make friends with the other kids, but they just push me away and say:

“No! You’re a freak!”

They laugh at me because I wear the same clothes every day. My ripped jeans, my light-red T-shirt and my worn-out shoes.

After school I went to the cloakroom and took a light jacket that didn’t seem to belong to anyone. Then I walked home… through a snowstorm. I shivered and it was hard for me to walk against the cold wind. Suddenly someone pushed me from behind, held me on the ground and shoved my face in the snow. I heard them saying:

“Moron! No one likes you, you idiot!”

The kids kicked at my back and my ribs and then took off. I cried, but not because I was cold. I was sad because I didn’t have any friends even though I liked everybody.

When I got home, my mom grabbed me by the hair and said:

“Where have you been? Why are you so wet? You little idiot! You’re not getting any dinner tonight! Go to your room!”

Without saying a word I went to my room. Then I went to bed