Why Me

All I can think is Why Me. Why do they pick on me? Why am I the one? What has happened? Why am I in a hospital bed? Why are my parents crying? Why?


2. My Ordinary Day

Today was the usual. I came home, with cuts and bruises on my face and arms. Mom gave me bandages, and ice for my bruises. "I'm sorry honey", my mom said hugging me. This was the 3rd time this week. "I'm going to tell the principal", she said. "Okay, thanks mom", I said tears rolling down my cheeks. 

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