Chapter 1 : Am I Really a Waste?

My name is Zue Wang. Im not an approachable person,in fact im very cold. With an air full of arrogance.

Everyone views me as a waste including my own family. They always told me that its all my fault my mother died.They said to me "After giving birth to a trash like you your mother immediately died because of the lost of too much blood."

They always wish i could just die a unknown death...

The young and even the older kids always bullies me. They would always laugh at me saying trash, waste, you know words like that. And when I look into their direction they would beat me until I faint from the pain im receiving. They always told me they beat me because my eyes make them feel uncomfortable, they beat me because of my arrogance they beat me because trash like me deserves to be beaten....

When the elders see how the children of the Zue family treats me they would just watch just for the fun, when my father see what they do to me he would always turn a blind eye to it as for my older brother, he looks at me full of disdain.

Because of exactly what I've been through I have learned only to depend on myself and no one else. Not the people in my family, not my father and not my brother.

When I was just 8 years old they kicked me out of the Zue family to the streets to look after myself. "We don't have the time and patience to teach a waste like you, just leave and never come back."

When they did such a thing I didn't feel heartbroken, I didn't cry in fact I actually felt great.

"Im finally out of that hell hole."

Although they didn't give me any money or food for survival I found this old man who looked at me with pitiful eyes. When he found me he told me "If you make me become your master I assure you in the future you will become an important figure in society.

For 5 years he thought me many things. Things a normal human couldn't do. He even thought me a motto I must always remember. "If someone stands in your way just beat them until their mother cannot recognize them."

For those 5 years I learnt how scheming and corrupted the world is and how I truly must only depend on myself and no one else. He also thought me if i want to protect the people I love then I most become stronger to the point whenever someone hears my name they would cower in fear.

5 years later my first day at Junior High School. I stepped into the school, with motionless eyes and asked myself.

"Am I really a waste?"