story of a boy part 3

part.3 i was so happy that day i was laughing teasing my friends at assembly.
wow what great pen zain who has gave it to you? one of my friend pointing toward my new pen which my  mother has gave it to me.
mmm,mmm my father has sent this from London only for me.i lied
what?your father is in London.
me.yeah
well you never talk about it.
me.you never ask.
from now we will be best friends ok.he said ok i said.
i sat next to him that day i was so happy because sheroz was one of the richest boy in the class and now he was my friend.soon our teacher entered in class she started calls our rolls. zain she called my name and ask me to stand up.
where you were yesterday?she began
i was ill i told her.
ok but if you were than why didn,t you submitted your application.
i said i was ill mother was on work and my sis were busy
what  a great story. she said in sharp tone.
it,s not story ma,m it is true i was really ill.
but she didn,t believe on me and insulted me in front of my entire class and called me liar and poor.
tears started ruining down my face.but it wasn,t enough for her and she called me a son of drug addict.i start sobbing. then she ordered my class fellow.don, talk to him.my all fellows were laughing on me.sheroz who was pretending like my best friend he also called me a liar.look at him he told another boy his father is in london he pointed toward me and his mother clean houses.
for them it was a joke.oh God i wana  die.i don,t wana live in this world.why did you bring me in this world. and for one leave why my teacher insulted me in this way .these thoughts were ruining in me.i don,t how i spend that day in my school and how i came home.