During my years in primary school, I was usually solitary because my classmates were very multi-national which made it immensely difficult for me to communicate with them as my English standards were awful. Soon, I noticed that being popular was extremely significant at these times because most kids were rather mature and started dating, having crushes on other people, hanging out at basketball courts during lunch, smoking, taking drugs and street- dancing. These people has earned a reputation in school of being popular while others are still trying to fit in, such as myself.
As time passed by, I got to know more people who came from a more or less similar background as I did, and we became a very close group. For the first time I actually felt important and that I existed. However, good times never last long, as when a bunch of school bullies threatened us if we did not give them our lunch money. The bullies earned a reputation in school of being the most ferocious and brutal band. They call themselves the Band of Brothers since I guess the movie was renowned during the early 90s. One of the bullies strode forward and faced me. There was a sinister feeling at first and then he gradually