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When he received the news of his dad’s and Aunt Rose’s death in a car accident, his life shattered and was put back together with pieces that didn't fit, creating a world he did not recognise.
He was nine.
In a few short minutes after the news, everything changed. His only family was Aunt Rose and she died with his dad in the car crash. There was no one else. Even if they’d left everything to him, he was still too young and no guardian meant he may as well have been left with nothing.
Before he really had time to even process anything he found himself in a modest Catholic orphanage just outside of London and transferred to another school.
For the first few months he barely spoke a word. Not even his sessions with a counsellor yielded anything. Despite his reticence from people G stayed out of trouble and was frequently awarded for his good behaviour by the matron. Needless to say, this hardly endeared himself to the other occupants and things finally came to a head one summer’s afternoon five months after his arrival.
G was reading in the shade of a tree when he was cornered by four boys much larger than him though he recognised them as being in the same class as he was in.
“What’s so special about you? Acting all so bloody perfect, you don’t even have a proper name.” One of the boys sneered arrogantly. G’s hands tightened on his book but he remained silent.
“‘G’ isn’t a name anyway. It’s a letter. Letters can’t be names.” Another said importantly as if he had just discovered a way to achieve world peace.
“Yeah, are you stupid or something? Or maybe your mummy and daddy were the stupid ones. Stupid enough to name you a stupid name before getting themselves killed -”
He didn’t even have time to finish before G threw his book aside and launched himself at the bully to punch him square in the face. There was a brief moment of stunned stillness before the others hurried to help their fallen friend.
In the end, G received a black eye, a split lip, a concussion and a broken arm along with a sever scolding from the matron.
It was worth it.
G spent a lot of time thinking during his recovery period since he couldn’t really do anything. The words however, repeated itself constantly over and over in his head and he couldn’t help but resent the fact that both his dad and Aunt Rose had left him alone and were probably having the time of their life with his mum. He would give anything to be with them again or just get some news from them. Even a letter would suffice.
At least he managed to give the bullies a lesson clearly punched into their faces.
By the time he was able to return to school, he was mostly healed and the first thing he did was introduce himself as Gabriel.
G was his and he didn’t want to share it with anyone else, especially those who would only taunt him about it. They didn't deserve to know.
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