my story about raphy

once there was a little boy, treated by all of the other children, because his haires had a different colour, his parents spoke a different language and his eies were not brown as the eyes from the other children. All the time they saied "look at those haires! Juuuuuah..." or "have you heard his accent? it sounds so... I don' t want to tell you how..." or "look in my eyes Raphy... oh my goodness... these eyes are as gray as stones... can you see me? Stone-eye?"
Raphy hated his life. he just went to school and in the afternoon he sat in his fathers forest and dreamed about a life as a prince saving a princess or wached the animals looking for food. in his head existed a lot of stories about him as someone he was not. his mother shouted at him not to go into the forests his dad hit him when he came from the forest especially when he came too late from the forest. that was when he waited for his friend. this friend was a strange man and Raphy loved him. Raphy did not know his name, but his friend did know his name although Raphy did not tell him. His friend knew everything what he told him. he knew how lonely it was and with him he wasn't. Nobody knew something about his friend, Raphy kept this secret best