I hadn’t known that my answers to the questions would mark the start of a new beginning. We had always been the misfits, the outcasts and the “losers” in class. Losers? If you are thinking… someone who stinks at sports and is into poetry… Yup, that’s me. Darryl De. Do I always forget to bring my books to school? Yes. Do I take 30 minutes to complete a 2.4km run? Yes. Do I have extremely dirty ears? Yes. Am I an important rep in class? No. (I am the notice board rep, by the way. How lame is that?) But just as the ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan, and every dog has its day, well, every loser has his day too. This is our story, right here, right now. And it only gets better… “Darrrrryyyyylll!” Mum hollered. Dad had left us about a year ago and Mum tries to make up for it by showering us regularly with gifts. Unfortunately, a chess set and a second-hand Snap card game aren’t exactly my kind of toys. At that moment, she was marching towards me proudly with a gift in her hand.
