There was an epidemic of chicken pox when I was about 10. Everyone in my community was infected. I had it bad during that summer holiday and by the beginning of a new school year, I was covered in scars. It was easy to see the damage the chicken pox did to my skin. Everyone could see and I attracted a lot of unnecessary attention.

The attention I attracted had a huge impact on my life. Among the children in my class were a set of twins. One was a girl and the other one was a boy. For reasons I did not understand, these twins felt it was alright to taunt me due to the spots on my skin.

The girl twin was a very strong character. The brother on the other hand really didn’t do much, but, copy his sister. They didn’t look anything alike and could be pass as total strangers.

The twins found it funny that I was covered in spots and scars and soon this turned to teasing. I was picked upon. Soon it turned to full blown bullying. Everywhere I went the twins were there to challenge me. I was nicknamed “the spotty one” by the twins and soon my real name was temporarily forgotten. I was pushed to a breaking point. The twin used all avenues and their strength to torment me. (more…)