My friend, fat boy Chapter one Normally I drink ice tea when I think of my friend fat boy. And then I recalled what he had done for me. Like , he often said to me : don't hate your mother. Don't hate your family because it is sad like you go and eat the dead body. I was not his friend at the beginning,he followed his parents to this city.The first day he came to our class and introduced himself to us, wearing a faded jeans, keeping his head down and looking at his shoes,then he wrote his name lower right of the blackboard.God,that's a dead angle,even teachers don't write there but he just wrote his name there.He stood there and said : Everyone called me Fat Boy in my village,actually I don't like. When he finished his speech,everybody in the class burst into laughter. But I didn't know why I wanted to do something for him at that time ,maybe he looked weak, like an ant. it didn't surprised me that he was laughed and played a trick by other boys, it seemed natural.My grades were good,I was pretty, the class monitor,almost everyone respected me.I acted like a king, I think I was capable of everything.And I read books about heroes, I would like be a hero,I was moved by their justice. In addition, my grandpa often tells me to be helpful. I love grandpa,I would like to listen to him. So when teachers asked the fat boy to answer questions but he didn't know the answer,I raised my hand and said : I helped with this and I will teach him after class, I promised he won't make this mistake again. I asked the teacher invested the event after he lost his pen again and again. I stood on the stair ,telling those who stood their way to him to move away,or I will have a fight with him.