Prologue
I am too ugly.
At sixteen, I am so ugly that at school I am constantly embarrassed about it. I don't suffer from bullying, but sometimes I feel that it borders on that.
I am very self-conscious of my own appearance, I don't need anyone to constantly point this out to me. Even so, as if the people around me would like me to know this, they point it out in my face all the time.
Sometimes with words right in my face. Sometimes, indirectly. Sometimes, behind my back. Sometimes, just the look they give me tells me a thousand things.
I was actually pretty ugly. My face was all asymmetrical. With big lips, thick eyebrows, pimples on the face, big nose. The worst thing about my face, however, is the fact that my left eye is lower in my face than it should be, and my eyelid drops more than it should.
According to doctors, two problems made my eye look like this: Ptosis and Exophthalmos (or Proptosis). One was nerve damage caused by the other, which was a tumor in my eye. I treated the tumor, but it made it very difficult to close the lid of my eye.
People sometimes treat me like I'm a monster just because of that eye, the nickname most used to refer to me is The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
It's not like I was born that way, it happened when I was twelve, but it haunts me today. Before, I wasn't exactly pretty, but I certainly wasn't as ugly as I am today.
My parents have already told me that they will pay me to have surgery to fix this, but only when I was eighteen. They say it is for me to learn that life is not easy, that I must suffer a little in high school.
Fuck that.
No one deserves the treatment I receive, no matter how ugly the person is.
I just don't complain because I'm living under their roof, and knowing my dad, I wouldn't be surprised if he kicked me out of the house for contradicting him.
Sometimes, life is so unfair!
It's not like I don't have friends, though. Anyone who knows me enough to ignore my physical problem can get along with me. Lately, I have realized that this is not so bad, because usually, these people are deeper.
People who judge others based on their appearance are superficial. They can even be fun to be with, but never to make a deeper friendship. My two friends who don't care how I look, Jeff and Leon, I know I can always count on them.
They are not just schoolmates, they are friends. When one of us has a problem, the other two are interested in helping. When one of us is going through a difficult time, the other two rush to sympathize.
They are real friends, so although it was painful and difficult to live surrounded by superficial people who constantly judged me, I managed to ignore it. After years of living like this, I grew used to these things, and in my sixteen years in high school, I was able to handle it well.
I lived quietly. I went to the gym to practice Muay Thai, in which I was very good, I even won some competitions. My grades were reasonably good. Because of the constant joking about my appearance, I left the school's basketball team.
I thought about joining the football team since I thought I wouldn't have to deal with making fun of my appearance once I put on the helmet, but when I remembered that the school team was made up of brainless thugs who love to play tricks, I realized it was better to stay away from sports at school.
My life was not so bad, despite my appearance, but it improved a lot on the day the world changed.
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