My school is not very far from home, so I usually walk to school. For many children go to school and play is a great desire immensely. But for me it's never been interested in both, even when it was turned into nightmares body anymore. I feel like the character in the story Tottochan "Tottochan- girl at the window of a Japanese writer so Tetshuko Kuroyanagi, Tottochan did not like school, disruptive expert should be expelled. But then, Tottochan also find a school which she loved, loved Tomoe school, but for me, I still have to go to school in a school, I do not like a thing, sometimes I think that I have such disruptive Tottochan alone, if done so, I would be expelled and then I will transfer, I might find an ideal school like Tomoe school in the story. thought I had, but also to the subconscious alone, I never have the courage to do things that I think is great.

At school, I do not have much you play, sometimes there are some beautiful girls on the town asked me to go out, but then they gradually left me, because they said that I was a little eccentric throughout the day painting, wandering, musing about something very distant. That makes them abandon me, so I know just crouched in a tiny patch of sky his own.

So the girls are, boys are more terrible, I have to use the word terrible, by the things they laid out for teasing me, is really a nightmare. Sometimes I just think that the naughty boy that last until you grow up, to become the man, the great man, as he Duong, like my father anymore.

Maybe they hate me because they think I'm weirdoes, but the causes are rooted in that beautiful girl, who they hate, the naughty boys that spread hate always. But not in my class boys are always like that, have a son quite different, different than the other kids, he never taunted me, and never talk to me, Of course I did not play with (but rather he never played with anyone), but at least he's not proud mixture as the other kids. He's always cool and quiet so I like it. I call him Pi, because there are times I've seen him intently reading a book titled "Life of Pi" by Canadian writers -Yann Martel

Pi and I also rarely talk to people in class, but not so that he is subject to the reservations of people like my scrotum, he might be even more fans are on the other, the girls the fans, many boys are so envious, simply because Pi did well, always good at all subjects, he always topped the class.

Pi is mysterious boy for all of us, I just know that Pi house on the town, a beautiful house, including the garden again, and every time the school is a vehicle Pi black luxury cars to welcome him back. It makes us want to find out about Pi. I also Pi fans, but not for the academic achievement of his lofty, but because ...

There are few times I played on the town, I went with him Ocean, by the town for me is something very big, there are many beautiful houses, many of these vehicles, but not quiet as lapis their fields I am. Sometimes there are some kids in town asked me, Where is home, I say lapis flower, listening to them shocked.

Speaking of Pi, times that I saw him come out of a big house, with garden. He was traveling alone, sauntered down the street, and then walked into a bakery shop, I saw him carrying a large bag of bread too. Then he walked away leaving a small alley in the neighborhood in the town. I have followed Pi curiosity, he brought bread bags that go into the neighborhood kid wanders, and he found bread for them, then I saw Pi laugh, first I see Pi smiling like that. And since then, I Pi fans follow my own reasons.