"There have been times when I felt as if my body was being torn, limb from limb.

And then I heard a sweet voice, calling my name.

At first, I thought it was my mother, but my mom was never good at singing.

I looked up, seeing a girl with dark hair humming a charming tune.

It had a nice theme to it and it made me smile.

But the pain inside of me had graced its way to my heart.

The girl fell on top me, her breathes becoming short and her eyes closing.

She coughed out blood, staining my shirt.

I pushed her off, my own eyes closing as I laid there.

Silently…"

"Excellent poem, Richard. Would anyone like to criticize him? Yes, Daniel."

"Uhm, I gotta use the bathroom."

I was never actually the popular boy in class. People didn't like me due to the fact that I was always a goody two shoes. They'd laugh at me and ruin my hair which was always gelled down. I had to look like a gentleman everyday. Momma always told me that before she died… She was the only person who would understand me and after a while, I was sent to a foster family. I have 5 other sisters and 3 other brothers. Only 2 of those children are the original children. Everyone else is adopted. I guess that doesn't make me the special one. That's alright. It's actually fine with me. I like being within the crowd. Standing out just doesn't fit me.

"Uhm, Richard…"

"Yes, Violet?"

"W-Would you-"

"Go on a date with you?! Y-Yes! I'd love to."

"Oh, Richard no! I was just wondering if you would be able to do my Math homework."

"Oh, uh, sure."

I was always known for being the smart one. Well, I did wear glasses, had a pocket for pens in my shirt and everything. I was the perfect geek, except for the acne problem. Never had a zit, pimple, black head, call it what you want, in my life. Well, I guess I took good care of my skin. They'd still pick on me, putting me in to lockers. I mean, I had taken karate classes and been a fighter, but violence wasn't one of the best ways to solve problems, though… That was my opinion of it. They gave me wedgies, laughing at me as I dangled from the flag pole. Teachers sometimes giggled as they pulled me down. Well, that was alright.

"Richard Grayson, please come to the office."

"Ooooooohh, good boy Richy got in trouble?"

"I-I did not!"

"Richard, you are hereby invited to the Awards Ceremony to receive a trophy for getting the highest average: 97.89!"

"T-Thanks."

I also had a stuttering problem. It's alright. I learned to live with it. People didn't really make fun of it. Each time I was called in to the office, people would always mock me saying that I either did something good or bad. Usually, they'd tell me that it was something bad, just to get on my nerves. I shrugged it away, but that was alright. In the lunchroom, I had absolutely no one to talk to. People have no friends, right? Well, that was my case. I was the loser of the bunch. Sometimes, bullies would take away my lunch money, but that all changed when we adopted another boy in the family.

"R-Richard! This is nonsense! This poem is nonsense, I tell you!"

"Chill Mrs. H, it's just about sex."

"But it is inappropriate!"

"Wearing your breasts that low is inappropriate."

"Principle's office now!"

And then, girls started to like me more.

"R-Richard…"

"Sup, V?"

"Wanna go on a date?"

"Sorry, babe."

"B-But…"

"Who's gonna do your math homework now, huh?"

And I was called in to the principle's office more and more.

"Richard Grayson, to the principle's office."

"Woo hoo! My man, Rich!"

"It ain't nothin', but stealin' his pants."

"Ha ha!"

And then, there was the time when every kid bowed down to me. I was known as Rich, the man whore or-or even Rich, the bitch by girls. But most of all, I was known as Richard, the God.