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What do you think of ‘The loner’?

Firstly, I don’t think the boy was shy, more of reluctant and hesitant. Notice that he faces the children in the playground playing, rather than staring at the wall which he leans on. The lines

“Smacks his hands against the bricks

And other boredom-beating tricks”

Show that he seemed to be waiting for something; killing time while he waited. I doubt the children dared approach him, because he acted in a way that would rival that of a psycho. The boy probably did not realize this and thought that the children were hated him.

Personally though, I think he was bullied.

In an elementary school, simple phrases like ‘I hate you’ or ‘I don’t want to be your friend’ may hurt the other party deeply. The boy may have been on the receiving end of such taunts and refused to befriend anyone after that, resulting in being psychologically scarred. This prevented him from approaching anyone.

I think he regards the wall his only friend, as he seems to lean on it ‘for support’ as well as comfort. He also seems to regard the space in the wall his as was chalked

‘watch this space’

I believe that this was written by the boy himself, in hope of being noticed. There is something though, that he and the children failed to notice, they gave him their attention, even if it were ‘low-talking’.

What do you think of the children?

I think that the children are normal children but I do think that they should’ve paid more attention to the boy. I think they believe that the boy did not belong; as the author wrote

And a place at the wall

For who won’t belong.

This seemed to show that the boy himself believed that he did not belong. The children too believe this is so as

Each in our familiar clique

We pass him by and never speak,

He did not belong in their cliques but they should have made an effort to get him to join.

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