A TALE OF BROKEN THINGS

How do I start, I'm guessing you all want to know my story, well here it goes.

I was four when I was brought here from my homeland in Africa, me and this other kid, we both had braided hair which were black as coal, he had brown eyes while mine were an icy blue, he was as scared as could be and to tell you the truth so was i. Well of course I was, I was four.

The boy started to cry because he missed his parents and that made me more scared so tears began to stream down my cheeks I looked at him and said "are you scared too?" he looked at me and nodded, then I asked "what's your name?" he looked at me and wiped his tears "Jay" he said "what's yours?" He asked, then I replied "my name is....."

The door slammed open and there he was the man who had taken us he wore a sort of black uniform with a hood he looked at us with an icy cold stare that put chills down our spines.

he removed the hood and the face i saw is not the kind I'm  used to seeing, he looked different from us his skin was pale and his hair was black as cole and short, almost looked like silk, he was not from the same place we were.

"where are we?" I asked trying not to cry while my voice cracked up he looked at me and smiled like he had found a new toy to play with "i wanna go home!" I yelled trying to hide the fact that i was scared yet tears still still filled my eyes trying to escape and roll down my cheeks..... his smile disappeared as if i had just offended him "you are a long way from Nigeria little boys, from now on you belong to us a school of assassination called nejire no ha, in Japanese that means twisted blade".

I looked at him with tears about to fall out, I couldn't understand what he was saying, I don't know whether it was because I was four or cause his accent was messed up it sounded very different from hiw the peoplein my homeland would speak to me.

jay stood there quietly bowing his head staring at the ground as tears began to fall I started to cry too then I screamed "i wanna go home!".

He got angry, he picked up a rod and struck me, that must have been the most painful thing i had felt in my short life back then, little did i kmow there was worse to come, then he said "two things we will not tolerate in this school and that is indiscipline and weakness so stop crying".

but I couldn't the tears kept coming, i was feeling so many emotions at once, i was scared and i was lost, i was in pain and i felt hatred but he didn't stop no matter how much i cried  he just continued to strike me for an hour.

then i finally stopped crying it was like the strokes just stopped hurting so I glared at him with a look of pure hatred as if saying I will kill you, he flinched then said "good you've stopped crying now bow your head do not glare at me, know your superior.

but I didn't stop he was a monster I hated him with every fibre of my being. "you brat!" He said as he was about to strike me again one of his colleagues stopped him "Stop!" he said.