September 22nd, 1992
Vila Vehal, Brazil

The dust floats away in the air as the children tirelessly play on the playground that is just outside of their school. It is recess time and everyone is having fun out in the sun. Well it was thought to be everyone, there is one child that no one ever really cares to talk to. He has short curly black hair, he wears thick glasses, and usually is not dressed like the other kids. His clothing has rips and are covered in stains, he is not wealth like many of his classmates. Not even slightly his mother works day in and day out at her two jobs, just to make sure little Vellore will be able to make it through school.

TWEEEEEEEEEET

There is a sign of relief for the young Vellore the 15 minute whistle. He only has to sit alone for another 15 minutes before the torture of watching other kids have fun without him is over. But without fail the class bully has made his way over to hidden corner where Vellore resides for all of recess.

"Sozinha lerdo novamente hein!"("All alone again huh nerd!") shouts the over sized 7 year old who has been held back twice.

Maybe life wouldn't be so bad if he had just know one language, maybe life wouldn't be so bad if his American father took him back to the US instead of leaving him and his mother to rot in a hell hole on the coast of Brazil. Maybe was a word always in the mind of young Vellore, like maybe if I stand up to this bully he will quit! So stand up Vellore did and right back down is where he was sent with one swift fist.

Young Vellore was used to this school yard abuse and never once thought of running to a teacher for help, instead every day upon returning to class he would create an elaborate story of how he yet again ran into the wall when not watching where he was going or how on the monkey bars he had fallen off flat on his face. But today would only be worse, one of the kids leaving the bathroom walked past the scuffle and began shouting to the other kids

"Lu-ta! Lu-ta! Lu-ta!" The other kids quickly turned their heads and ran in a mad dash to circle the two fighting. Vellore was overwhelmed with all the attention and was not sure what to do, that is until another fist smacked him in the nose and blood began to pour out. His eyes watering and nose stinging Vellore instinctively clenched his fists and tucked his chin. Only 5 years old yet he had seen so many fights he knew the form to protect him self at the very least. But just holding his fists up and looking like a little fighter did nothing for him, the bully advanced towards him and gave him a vicious roundhouse kick to the stomach and sent Vellore flying into the circle of kids.

"Páre!" The teacher on recess duty steps in holding Vellore up by his shirt and the bully down by his neck. Looking into the eyes of the teacher Vellore hasn't seen such anger since he had went against his mother's word and disobeyed her. While the two were being dragged into the school by their arms Vellore could hear all of the other children making fun of him for getting beaten up. The next sight the three see in the school is a big brown wooden door with a plaque on the window labeled...

RECTOR