“I arrived in my new home…”
Barry erased ‘home’ and replaced it with ‘domain’.
He was writing in pencil because this new Cool Barry needed to be carefully nurtured so as not to slip back into the Nobarry he had been for the fifteen years of his life.
He was an only child. He was, as most only children, spoiled and expecting everything.
Then he started school. There were others just like him, so he couldn’t get what he wanted.
Being small he was pushed around by the bigger kids, boys and girls. He began to hide in the corner.
They called him ‘Nobarry’, a version of nobody.