He sat in the corner of the cafeteria, all by himself. Nobody even looked at him, but he could tell what they were thinking.
- “stupid”
- “he looks so lonely”
- “what a lame-o”
- “depressed”
- “emo”
- “lonely”
- “dumb”
- “gay”
- “weird”
The list goes on for a while.
No one has ever seen the boy eat, he is as skinny as a stick, but he still wears clothes that are two sized too big, mostly hoodies. The boy sat there, shaking and nervously looking around. Three other men walked up to the boy’s table.
“Hey faggot, what are you eating?” One of them asked.
“Nothing? Well, that’s not healthy. Why don’t you have some pain?” Another said, just before the three men started punching and kicking the boy until he fell out of his chair. Even after the boy fell, they continued to beat him up. One of the boys wouldn’t stop pounding his stomach. The boy felt bile rush up his throat, and suddenly he threw up the burning liquid. Spitting and coughing, the boy then realized the bullies were stunned in disgust. This only lasted a few minutes before they started up again. They do the same in the halls and annoy him constantly in class.
This has been the boy’s daily schedule for the past three months. It only changes when there was a new kid. The boy had almost every class with the new kid. They quickly became friends. The boy got better everyday, and he was finally able to stand up to the bullies.
The boy’s life got better everyday, all thanks to his supportive friend, who was able to convince him to get better.
The end.
