He was eleven when he crossed the threshold of his third school. He was too thin and short for his age. With his untidy appearance and grim look he didn't make a good impression at all. Classmates disliked everything in him: his poor clothes, his long nose, his habit to never cry while being clobbered. Children are cruel creatures and fastly the Boy became a derelict. Once there was a great scandal in a school: someone stealed money from the form-master's purse! When a pissed off teacher run out of the class, children crowded around a Boy trying to find out where the money were hidden. As usual, he kept silence. Enraged children decided to find money themselves and turned out his pockets. The money were detected! The Boy tried to take it back but he wasn't allowed to. 'What a shame on our shoulders', cried someone out loud. 'We don't need a thief in our class', shouted the others. Pupils were alreade ready to do something awful but at that moment the teacher returned. 'False alarm, children, don't worry! I have left my money in the coat's pocket! ' — said she in a lucky voice.Children were stunned. They chaotically told her about everything happened without her presence including their mistake. 'Why are you keeping such a huge amount of money with you? Where did you get it? ' — asked a teacher our Boy with amazement.'It's for Mummy. She needs expensive medicines and I do some extra work for it" — replied he shortly.Everybody felt uneasy. Only the teacher smiled: she knew that everything for the Boy would change in a short time.
