Thomas Gomel is a 12 y/o boy who is dealing with the school bully. Chapter 1 gives you background of home and what Thomas is dealing with.
Thomas sensed his body trying its best to keep him in bed. I don't want to get up. She doesn't realize what she is starting.
His mother yelled at him twice trying to get him out of bed. Today is the first day of school He can’t make himself move. He felt fear and anxiety filling his body, but he couldn’t show it. He wanted no one to see his real feelings. He's an excellent actor at twelve years of age because his mother never noticed his stress. He is rather proud of himself.
Thomas and his family lived in Gomelton. His family was the descendants of the original Gomel's who found and built the town. His mother showed how proud she was to be the wife of the Great-Great Grandson of the founding Gomel.
A large picture hangs over the fireplace of Great-Great Grandfather, Silas Gomel. Entering the house, one noticed the painting well-lit and looked out of place because of its size. Visitors and family thought Thomas and his third Great Grandfather strikingly resembled one another. It's hard to understand how two relatives so far apart in years could resemble each other so closely.
Thomas's dad, Charles, told everyone they were identical twins except, one of them was 100 years older, give or take a few years. Everyone laughed at his overused joke, but Thomas never laughed. He tried his best to smile so he didn’t hurt his father's feelings.
When Thomas heard his mother call his entire name for the third time, he no longer had a choice. He climbed out of bed, going straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth and dress.
As a twelve-year-old boy, he didn’t care what he wore, as long as it was jeans and a tee-shirt. He looked in the mirror and saw this geeky boy wearing glasses, with a body like a stick and no muscles. No wonder I'm the one Crusher picks on the most. Thomas, you're the biggest nerd in school.
The school put restrictions on what shirts the boys wear because of all the gang violence going on in the bigger cities. Gomelton never had a real gang problem with violence, but they wanted to prevent it if they could.
His mother does her best to make his first day of school a happy event. Needed clothes and supplies were plentiful and up to date. She's was so proud of her son and wanted him to have the best they could afford.
Every Monday morning during school, she handed him lunch money and told him not to spend it all in one place and laughed like it's the greatest joke in the world. He thought it was corny but did his best to show her how much he loved her and what she did for him. He stepped in front of her and placed his arms around her middle hugging her for a long time. Tears sprung to her eyes because of the tenderness her son demonstrated.
Thomas' heart pounded in his chest because of his anxiety. Crusher was a secret from his parents. The one boy in school who made life hell for any kid he came across.
The closer Thomas got to the school the slower he walked, thanks to Peter Cusher.
Everyone at school called him the same name including the teachers, "Crusher." He looked fourteen or fifteen years old instead of the same age as Thomas. His muscles were more than Thomas has seen on a 12-year-old. He knew he had a work out gym at home.
Crusher's build filled Thomas with self-loathing and fear when he was around. The teachers thought him the perfect student because his family had money and his speech was polite around them. But out of the teachers' sight, every kid younger than Crusher was a potential target.
Walking down the street with his book bag in hand, Thomas noticed the roadside full of trees and flower gardens. The sweet scent could almost make him forget his fears. He's noticed what a pretty street he lived on. You're being a nerd again, Thomas, his mind told him. He cringed and felt his shoulders slouch.
Occasionally, his mind flashed back to Crusher and the year before. I want Crusher out of my mind. He forced his mind back to the neighborhood with the birds in the trees singing, the wonderful smelling rose hedge. Anything to keep Crusher out of his head. This year will be the same as the last and the one before. Life at school is total misery.