entered junior high school with the title of first place in the school, and became the class president in a daze. I subconsciously have a feeling that since I am the class leader, I should study well.

When I went to middle school, I realized that all my sense of superiority was gone. I had to get up early and get to school on time, and although my dad bought me a panda bike, it was beautiful and stylish, but I had to hurry. I can't enjoy the advantage of the classroom next door. You can no longer drink water when you are thirsty, eat something secretly when you are hungry, and it is convenient to fill a warm water bag at any time when it is cold in winter.

I'm exactly like everyone else, I don't have half a sense of superiority.

There were a few boarding students in the school, and their sense of superiority was something I once had, and I began to envy them, and I knew how many people I had envied.

Since I don't have so much superiority, since I have been a class leader, I have begun to pay attention to learning, I am not a smart child, I feel that the reason why I can learn well is due to my family, because in rural middle schools, very few residents, rural children always have to help the family do some farm work, the time is not so sufficient, I have time, always have more time to review, so my grades in the three years of junior high school will always be in the top six in the grade. That's when I developed a very bad habit of staying up late. The reason why I stay up late is vanity, I want to create a feeling for others, I don't study all day, but I learn well. So I play whenever I have time, but when I get home, I will fight at night, because I am not very talented and not smart, so it takes a lot of time to understand the knowledge.

In those three years, my brother had gone to school in the city, my mother had already returned from studying and was assigned to other schools, and we were all temporarily living in Confucius Primary School. My brother only comes back from school once a month, and I shuttle on the way to school, and I feel comfortable with the aura of good study.

That is, in the second year of junior high school, my parents are preparing to build a two-story house on top of a house in the countryside. At that time, no one in our village had built a two-story house, and those who could build a house in the countryside were called 10,000 yuan households, but our family was really not, and I don't know why my parents spent so much experience building this house.

Seeing my parents full of yearning for a new house, I was very disappointed, in that yard, there was a lot of joy for me, and the two plane trees that I was most reluctant to give up would also be cut down......

I spent the whole summer of my second year of junior high school at Kongjia Primary School, and my parents, my brother and I built a house in the countryside. It was during that summer vacation that something happened that gave me the creeps.

That night, I watched TV in my father's office and went to sleep. Because I was scared, I turned on the light. Sleeping until midnight, I dimly felt that there was someone in the room, I subconsciously sat up, there was really a boy in the room, he was standing at the door, shirtless, wearing a pair of dirty pants, barefoot, and dirty face. I cried out loud, only to see the boy open the door unhurriedly and go out.

I rushed out of bed and closed the door. Weep out loud because of fear. Crying and crying, I suddenly realized that this boy was one grade below me. How did he dare to enter his father's office, and how did he get into the office, could it be that I didn't lock the door?

I went from fear to anger. I looked at my watch, and at 5 o'clock in the morning, I was fully dressed, took a stick behind the door, opened the school gate, and rushed out of the school.

First go to my classmate Xiaoyan's house and ask where the boy's home is, and ask her to take me there. Xiao Yan persuaded me: Don't go, the boy's mother died, he only has his father, and a younger brother, his father is very powerful, often beats him, sometimes he goes back at night and his father closes the door, many people have seen him wandering around the village at night. If you look for him, his father will beat him to death. After listening to this, I became less angry, and the matter was over.

Later, I told my brother about it, and he beat the boy up.

Because Mom and Dad were busy building the house, I didn't tell Mom and Dad about it. I don't know what will happen if my parents find out about this? I can't imagine......

In the third year of junior high school, the second floor of our house was built, and our family moved home. But to be honest, I don't think this home is as warm as it used to be. Mom and Dad owe a lot of debts for building a house, and both of them have a good temper, and bickering has become a regular thing, and the atmosphere in the house is no longer as harmonious as before. Because the funds are not in place, some of the renovations of the house have not been completed. It's a long way from home to school, and I get frustrated that I miss a lot of time every day when I go to school and after school.

In the winter of my third year of junior high school, my father beat me, which was the first time in my life that I was beaten by my father, and in my memory, it was also the only time.....

My homeroom teacher was also my math teacher who was very kind to me, and his wife was also a math teacher at our school, and their child was 3 years old at the time, so she was very cute. One day, the teacher called me to the office and said that his wife had taken the child back to her hometown, and now that the snow was covering the mountain, he would pick up his wife and the child early tomorrow morning, and let me stay at his house tomorrow night to take care of the house. I thought about it and said, "I'll go home and say to my father."

When I got home, my dad wasn't home, so I asked my mom if it was okay, and she said yes. The next afternoon, after school, I didn't go home, I went to the teacher's office to finish my homework yesterday, play with my classmates and then go to sleep. In the middle of the night, I heard a knock at the door and the teacher's wife and the child returned. The teacher didn't pick her up with the child, and they went awry.

The next day I came home in the afternoon, and as soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother looking at me with guilt on her face, and my father sweeping the floor.

I passed by my dad and was about to talk about yesterday when he kicked me on the ass and I fell to the ground like shit. I quickly got up and looked at my dad in astonishment, and he told me angrily, "Remember, no one should let you stay at his house." I said aggrievedly: I told my mother. Dad roared and yelled at Mom: Don't you know this bit of social common sense? Mom hurriedly said: It's really me who is wrong this time.

I cried and rushed to my room on the second floor, lying on the bed and crying......

At that time, I was young, and I didn't know the reason for this, and I was not wronged.

As I grew older, I finally knew the purpose of my father's kick, and his worries were all in that kick.

In the blink of an eye, I was about to graduate from junior high school, and I took the technical school exam and ranked fifth in the city. At that time, the heart was higher than the sky, reported to the Air Force, and there was no doubt that it was brushed down, because of the height problem, I was transferred to a very bad technical school, when the notice came down, I cried, the first time I was obsessed with my height, and tore the notice painfully, and I felt that my helpless life began.

I was accepted into a key high school, starting my other three years.