What is my life but a living hell at this point? oh yeah. crap. my every thought is being directed at the death of the bastards who beat me up everyday, showing no mercy. every fiber of my being is struggling not to run to the red head crying. But im a man now, as my uncle said. i need to stop being such a pansy. i groan inwardly as i sat on the cold, dirt ground trying to study for a latin test we have tomarrow. i'd probably fail it anyways. As words started floating off of the page i screamed and threw my book across the ally.
"What was that?" i heard someone say. then i saw him... the red head poked his head in the ally way and saw me, a crumpled head, tears of frustration streaming down my fae, and mt latin textbook a torn mess across the way. he got a puzzled look on his face and walked up next to me. i quickly dried the tears and stood up.
"Hey, your that kid that got his as handed to him the other day huh? listen im sorry about those guys. they're total jerks." he said, his voice sweet as honey. then he noticed my torn clothing and the little box that held my pillow, a blanket and my backpack...

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short but with a clifhanger... wadda you thinmk????