My name is Ariel Sandoval, son of the former professional volleyball player Dalila. I am 16 years old and currently studying high school only with my mother and me since my parents divorced several years ago and my father remarried a doctor and moved to the United States. I'm a boy who's 1.66 meters tall, not very tall actually, my build is a bit unusual because while I'm a bit skinny, my legs are quite large and wide for a boy. My mother expected me to be good at sports like she was, but honestly, I'm really bad but very smart in school. My mother Dalila is the former professional volleyball player well known nationally since her youth participated in many national and international tournaments, selected several times nationally and remembered with affection as an excellent player, although her moments of athletic glory are behind her. Although she still does a lot of sports and trains a volleyball team, her body is envied by many women, even many don't believe it's all natural and have said she's had surgery, which is a lie. My mother has always been a very dedicated and disciplined athlete, that's why she still maintains a beautiful body and that's why many men have tried to conquer her, including famous football players and millionaires but my mother has rejected them, saying she is happy single.
My story starts at my school, I was crossing the first year, already having several months since I had entered that school, at first everything seemed normal quickly, I stood out as one of the smartest in my classroom, and even in the school, and made various friends quickly, and some more simply approached me when they realized I was the son of former volleyball player Dalila, just like they used to call her. The time I had spent at that school until that moment was normal, many times I thought that because I was the son of a famous woman, anyone would respect me or want to be my friend. Everything changed when one of my friends had a problem with the most feared bully in school, and it occurred to me to speak badly about that Bravucón. His name is Brandon, but everyone at school calls him the bull. Brandon is a problematic boy who has already failed several years at school, but he has managed to make them continue accepting him. He's several years older than most of the students at school, in fact his physical appearance doesn't seem like that of a boy his age. But I said it was stupid for me to speak badly about him and quickly he found out and came looking for me to give me a beating, I was all scared trying to control myself excusing it as a misunderstanding but obviously he didn't believe me and ended up giving me the beating of my life leaving me with a black eye and all dirty. Already on my way home I'm telling myself what an idiot I've been for speaking badly about him while trying to clean myself up and disguise my black eye, since when I arrive at home everything is nervous and I have to pretend nothing happened, taking advantage that my mother is in the kitchen and I quickly go upstairs. To my room I change and give myself a bath but obviously it's impossible for me to hide my black eye and my mom ends up figuring it out and asks me what happened, trying to lie to her and saying that I fell playing soccer, which is stupid because she knows I hate soccer. Obviously, she didn't believe me and told her the truth that the bull hit and robbed me. My mom got angry. Mom... how is it possible that she lets problematic kids like that in school? She should have expelled him but this won't stay like this, someone needs to put a stop to that idiot. I'll go talk to his parents or otherwise I'll make sure he gets kicked out of school.
My story starts at my school, I was crossing the first year, already having several months since I had entered that school, at first everything seemed normal quickly, I stood out as one of the smartest in my classroom, and even in the school, and made various friends quickly, and some more simply approached me when they realized I was the son of former volleyball player Dalila, just like they used to call her. The time I had spent at that school until that moment was normal, many times I thought that because I was the son of a famous woman, anyone would respect me or want to be my friend. Everything changed when one of my friends had a problem with the most feared bully in school, and it occurred to me to speak badly about that Bravucón. His name is Brandon, but everyone at school calls him the bull. Brandon is a problematic boy who has already failed several years at school, but he has managed to make them continue accepting him. He's several years older than most of the students at school, in fact his physical appearance doesn't seem like that of a boy his age. But I said it was stupid for me to speak badly about him and quickly he found out and came looking for me to give me a beating, I was all scared trying to control myself excusing it as a misunderstanding but obviously he didn't believe me and ended up giving me the beating of my life leaving me with a black eye and all dirty. Already on my way home I'm telling myself what an idiot I've been for speaking badly about him while trying to clean myself up and disguise my black eye, since when I arrive at home everything is nervous and I have to pretend nothing happened, taking advantage that my mother is in the kitchen and I quickly go upstairs. To my room I change and give myself a bath but obviously it's impossible for me to hide my black eye and my mom ends up figuring it out and asks me what happened, trying to lie to her and saying that I fell playing soccer, which is stupid because she knows I hate soccer. Obviously, she didn't believe me and told her the truth that the bull hit and robbed me. My mom got angry. Mom... how is it possible that she lets problematic kids like that in school? She should have expelled him but this won't stay like this, someone needs to put a stop to that idiot. I'll go talk to his parents or otherwise I'll make sure he gets kicked out of school.
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