My name is Thad Hatcher and I am a studious person. I like to study about everything. I study plants, animals, and even the stars. I started studying from the young age of 4. But being a studious person means being a 'genius'. Which may sound nice but will only bring...grief.
Elementary School
When I finished first grade, I could already read and write on the level of a middle schooler and was able to do simple multiplication. My parents lovingly wanted me to succeed in life so they thrusted me into my worst night mare........ 3rd grade! It was the worst! I was constantly bullied and insulted. I didn't tell my parents since I was scared of what they would do to me. Think about it, a person twice your size backed up my similar kids. They were giants to me an impenetrable wall that I could not defeat. Thinking it was hopeless I didn't fight back against them or defend myself at all. I let them hit me and insult. Feeling helpless and lonely I threw myself into books. I constantly read any where I went. Even in school. I felt like I could escape into my little world, I especially like reading fantasy books. When I got bored with regular books I started to read about subjects that were way to advanced for me like biology and physics. But I didn't care, I just tried my best and eventually I understood them. I started to mature after a while thinking how if I fought back they would stop. But a year of bullying makes you lose your courage instead I just acted passive.
When fourth grade came rolling around, the classes were switched and the bullying stopped. But I didn't even notice. I always read and read...... and read. Eventually my parents noticed my addiction and told me to get some friends. For the first time, I took a break from reading and tried to interact with the other kids in my class. It.....was difficult at first. But after a while I could talk with them easily and I even made some friends. In a flash a year went by and school finished. I enjoyed spending time with my friend and even had some sleep overs with them.
During my fifth year....I was allowed to skip a grade again since my score exceeded the national average for all elementary schools. My parents urged me to skip a grade by insisting it was better for my future and I would succeed in life blah blah. I refused them with a straight up "NO!" The grade skip to third grade caused me a big mental trauma so there was no way I was gonna make the same mistake again. Seeing me refuse so insistently they didn't pursue the matter anymore. After my fifth year was over my friends were all planning to go to the same middle school. I planned to do the same. But when I told my parents my plan. They refused automatically and didn't even let me reason with them. I kept pleading with them but they just responded with that my future was to bright to be wasted by going to a public middle school and...... that I was gonna be homeschooled.
I was gonna reason against them for the benefits of going to a public middle school. Until, I realised there were none. Homeschooling can give me one on one tutoring and help me with subjects that I'm weak in. Not that there is a subject that I'm weak in. But going to a middle school on the other hand, won't really improve my studies since I'm way past the level of education. Instead it would hold me back, I only knew this from my constant study of reading which made me mature beyond my years. Shutting my mouth I replied with a meek nod.
Homeschool
After the discussion with my parents. I called my friends and told them what happened. They tried to consol me by saying that we would still be friends and hang out. But I knew that was a lie. There was a two year age difference and they would probably make other friends leaving me behind. On the verge of crying I held it in, and told them what they wanted to hear. We hanged out for a bit and then I solemnly returned home....late.
When I came in through the door my parents were waiting for me. They looked angry...Becoming nervous and angry at the same time for my parents separating me from my friends. I opened my mouth to tell them what I felt only to be met with a hard slap from my dad. Sending me to the ground.
"We are very disappointed in you!" Yelled my dad.
I tried to say sorry only to notice my parent's emotionless faces and realised 'they don't care'. If they did care they would know about the constant bullying at school. The bruises that were always under my clothes. The loneliness I felt when I wasn't with my friends. If they cared.....they..would notice! But I held it inside and silently picked myself up and went to my room.
The next three years of my life went by quickly. I woke up ate, studied, studied, studied,ate, and slept. I never really talked to my friends after that and they never bothered too either. I went back to being a bookworm and read everywhere. I also started growing a little bit too. I used to be a scrawny, fair haired young boy with brown eyes and glasses standing at a little over 50 inches tall. Now I look pretty much the same but my hair is longer and I'm a little around 61 inches tall. I also turned 12 this month. My parents didn't hold a birthday party saying theres no point since no one would come. It was pretty hurtful but I just held it inside and accepted it. I also got a new baby sister she so cute not that my parents trust her with me. Even though I am perfectly capable. They also started to ignore me which was better for me. They also decided that I should begin high school. Which freaked me out, I barely talk to anyone my age forget about that I barely talk to anyone other than my parents which I keep to a bare minimum.
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Highschool
Highschool sucks.....The first day I was mistaken for a middle schooler by the other kids it was really embarrassing. After that it began.....the bullying. The jokes came first the insults came second, the physical part came last. After another year of this I decided to skip my sophomore year and go directly to my junior year. Now there was a four year difference. I was expecting the same treatment but they didn't bother instead they ignored me or talked to me if we were partnered up. They were really mature, I thought . During my junior year and I became a loner. I started to grow and became really tall not tall enough to fit in with juniors but enough to barely pass off as a sophmore. When my junior year ended. The next year was entirely different, I got a lot college letter. Inviting me to come to their school. The kids in my class knew I was smart but didn't really talk to me much but when I got a letter from the prestigious school Harvard everything change. People came to me for help and some even asked me to ask the colleges the requirements for passing. During my senior graduation I was 'famous' I was inducted into the school hall of fame for being able to keep up a the highest GPA in the country which was 14.03. After all he was taking all AP classes due to his advance education from childhood. I was also voted Valedictorian but I let someone else make the speech.
After I finished highschool, I directly went to Harvard and worked hard to get a degree. Which took me a while. After that I decided to delve deeper into applied sciences and finished getting my Ph.D. I graduated from high school when I was 15 and it took me 6 1/2 years to get my Ph.D. in Metallurgy. Which included a lot of subjects that I liked. Like chemistry, engineering and physics. Now being only 21 I finished school. I then became really famous. Being..only 21 and having a Ph. D. Could only be described as 'genius'. I thought it was through my hard work and the eidetic memory I developed from the countless hours of studying. But the media digressed thinking I was just born with it . They kept following me around and invited me to many talk shows. I was never one to be a public speaker so I refuse but they didn't budge and followed me everywhere. Going to the Research program I joined, they came rushing in. It was an open program so anyone could join. But it was obvious they were there under false pretences. I finally got sick of it and moved to my previous roommate from college. But....they found me. I finally went to my last resort and asked my parents for advice. Surprisingly they gave me enough money to move to Europe and find a job there. Even though I was famous in the U.S didn't mean I would be in Europe.
Death
Taking their advice. I charted a plane that was gonna leave tomorrow night. I prepared my clothing and sneak away from the paparazzi near my apartment. I took a taxi to the airport and waited until my plane arrived. When it did, I joyfully for the first time stepped onto the plane. Eagerly awaiting the adventures that would await me. The plane was pretty uneventful. Until....we flew into a storm. The lightning struck down our plane and we crashed into the atlantic ocean at 4:35 PM.
While we crashed....I thought about my life and how little I accomplished. I never had a best friend or a girl friend. My parents hated me, my peers hated me. Everyone hated me! I suddenly let it all out! All the tension, all the hate, all the anger. I hated myself. I truly did, I was a coward never took chances and ran away to book. I solemnly promised myself....If I had a second chance.....I would live life to the fullest. I will surround myself with friends and get married and maybe....even have a kid..The water pressure crushed the ceiling and my lungs filled up with water. In a couple of seconds my mind fell into darkness......