Everyday life begins with the yelling from my father and then the screaming of my mother when the daily brawl begins...
Off to the bus I wait everyday whether it's raining, snowing or just plain sunny...
The bus arrives and I get on to take my seat...
The ridiculing begins the minute I sit down...
"Hey fatso!," one boy calls out...
"The elephant's here!," another snickers...
But I ignore them because there is nothing to be said...
Spending the rest of my day among people I don't know or care about...
Sitting through meaningless lectures that no one listens to anyway...
Back to the bus and ridiculing and then home...
The screaming has intensified since I left this morning...
It can be heard from the street...
I walk around back to my favorite tree and the box I left there the previous evening...
I open the box to find the one thing I've been looking forward to all day...
I climb into the tree as high as I can go...
The view is beautiful as I twist the knot in my hand...
The  necklace envelopes my neck and then I'm swinging...
My final breath escapes my body as the last image I see flits through my mind...
The most beautiful sunset that I have ever seen...