(Next day)
Michael was walking out of school were there was bullies following him from behind. The bullies were taunting him and calling him names. Michael tried to ignore them but the words kept going through his head.
"Hey Michael!" bully 1 yelled as he pushed Michael to the ground. Michael did nothing back. He didn't believe in fighting or any violence.
"C'mon Michael, can't you fight?" bully 2 teased. Bully 3 then smirked as he picked Michael up from the ground and then pushed him to bully 1. Then bully 2 had punched his face making a bruise starting from his temple.
Bully 1 then punched his stomach and then all the bullies had ran away laughing. Michael had gotten up from the ground and grabbed his book bag. He then started to walk home.
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(Home)
Michael quietly entered his house of hell and then closed the door quietly. He out his this down on the side and started to walk towards the stair case. "Dónde estabas? (Where were you?)" Michael's father asked with a bottle in his hand.
"Acabo de llegar de la escuela. (I just came from school)" Michael replied in fear.
"Did you bring my beer?!" Michael's father asked.
"You didn't tell me anything" Michael said confusingly.
"You worthless piece of 💩!" Father yelled as he slapped Michael hard across his face.
"Papa! You didn't tell me anything!" Michael yelled crying.
"I don't give a damn! You are a worthless boy and you are an idiot!" Father yelled as he punched Michael's stomach. He then threw Michael on the ground kicking him a couple of times. Once that was over, father went to living and pass out. And for Michael, he would get up slowly wincing from pain and going up the stair case to his room.
Once Michael was in his room, he closed his bedroom door and got to his bed and cry. Every day after school, Michael would go to his bed and cry. Cry. Crying would help him be a man. But football (soccer), would keep him alive.
Crying, was okay for him he thought. He thought that there was a time of crying and sadness. But that sadness and crying is every day to him.
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