Things take a turn for the worse.

To clarify things, I'm a 4th year High School Student and so much younger than the rest, it's expected that things are really hard for me.

Last Wednesday, my Physics teacher wants the top 5 students of the class to tutor 2 students at the same time. It's called "Pair-teaching". But with a twist, the students we will teach are the ones who will take the quiz later that day. And instead of letting us, the top 5 students of the class, join in taking the quiz, our score will depend on half the sum of the scores of the students we'll teach. And worst of all, I WAS ASSIGNED TO THE TWO LOWEST STUDENTS IN CLASS. I could work with one but the other, I wasn't sure.

I told my dad about it. He said to try and talk some sense into my teacher. If he won't budge, go straight to the head teacher of the High School Department or to the Faculty Office. I wanted to see how it would turn out first.

That afternoon, I watched them as they took their quiz but a giant twist happened.  One of the students I taught was caught cheating, and he used the reviewer I gave him. I talked to my teacher, saying it was unfair that we were gambling our grades. He said that the purpose was to  "help our classmates to cope up with the lesson". I excused myself and ran to the office to complain and tell the only teacher I've trusted for 2 years, the Head of the High School Department. I told her about it but was surprised to see my classmates looking for me.

When I went with the Head to the library to try and talk to my teacher, he kept persisting that I never said anything to him and that he hated my attitude. I told him, "Do I really need to bring my dad here to talk to you?" and he said, " I won't change my mind. I have a principle. What I said is what I'll do. I have one word. I stick to what I say and nobody will change that."

I told my dad that it was resolved since he allowed me to take a remedial quiz.

I was somewhat surprised that he went to the office the next day to complain.

How I came to hate someone.

Ever since I was a kid, my father would start hitting me and beating me up for even the dumbest of reasons. And lately, he's doing it more often. I never told anyone about it before but one day, I just wasn't able to hold it in. I took a picture of the latest bruise (It happened two weeks ago but the bruise is still as clear as day) and uploaded it. I expected people to react to it negatively. I wanted the world to know. But the next morning, all I say were comments like " This is the funniest shit I've ever seen" and "Lol. This made me laugh more than it should have". I didn't know why. I put the caption as "This is evidence that people I know in reality physically hurt me and it hurts so much. I can't keep it to myself anymore.". I looked through the comments and saw something that hurt me. "Sounds like you and your brother had some hot fun S&M ;) ". And to think that the person I trusted so much was actually the one to ever say this. All I know is his facebook account, his chatango account, his phone number, his country, his occupation and his workplace. No names or ages. No specifications. He was Muggy Ate, aka muggy8, an chinese animator at Voiceiyuu. He used to help me but he always makes fun of me. But this time, he crossed the line. The one time I try to tell people about the childhood nightmares that still haunt me up to this day, the one time I try to tell the world how my father beats me up( I even put up pictures of my bruises from 2 weeks ago and until now, I still have the bruises. ), all he did was make fun of me and encourage the world to do the same.
The one time I could no longer take the pain, he laughed at me.
And the world did the same.
Who I thought would help me in times of need was actually the one who made the pain worse.
I hate him.
Muggy8 is a jerk.