Chapter 62

During preschool, he avoided fights as much as he could because the teachers, upon meeting him, usually thought he was a bully and would automatically call his guardian, who at that time was his older aunt.

His family had always been a little above the average 9-to-5 jobbers. He was not born with a diamond spoon, but he could boast of the golden spoon. He had the basics he wanted and even a little bit of luxury. Being the only son, he did not have to work for much; whatever his father could not provide, his sister did.

The times he went to detention or was called to the principal’s office, he had lost count. It was either over the issue of a busted lip or some boy who had said something nasty and he had to toss him on the floor. It did not matter how it happened, somehow, he always got into trouble and had to be called to the principal’s office and told to take a seat, then the man would either try to shrink him for free or bring his aunt over.

Every time it happen