𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐓.𝐇

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

Laughter was heard from playground as kids
Huddled around something. They seemed to be kicking and laughing while pointing.

Two taller kids where seen spitting on what ever it was in the middle. "Fatass"
"Pig", "monster", "fatty"
The kids scream while laughing.

Walking closer the young girl pushed through the tiny crowd of 9 year olds and looked down to see a young boy with curls over his eyes, chubby red cheeks slightly puffy from crying. Bruises littered across his arms and a bite mark.

A Teacher finally came and told the others to move off the kid before grabbing the young boys arm and taking him inside.

The young girl stared off as he was taken inside.
She turned and looked over at the kids chuckling and giggling with one another as they watched him limp off.

The girl scoffed lightly before looking through the schools window to see the kid sitting on a table while the teacher patched him up
"You know Thomas..you can't let those kids pick on you" the teacher said looking at him while putting the bandaid on his leg

The young boy nods rubbing his eyes with his hand.
"You need to let them know how you feel and tell them that it hurts when they say and do mean things to you" she said rubbing his hair

"Should I call your mom to pick you up?"
She asked looking down at him standing up

The boy nods sniffling while he kept his head down.

the young girl watched as the teacher walked away to call his parents.
Knocking on the glass she caught his attention as he slowly turned his head in her direction
"You ok?" She mouthed hoping he'd understand

He nods smiling a little
She smiled back thinking of a way to make him smiled. She pushed her nose up to the glass window and made it look like she was pig.

His face changed to sad and then anger before he turned from her.
She stopped and tried to knock on the glass until the teacher caught her.

What had she done? She tried to make him laugh. She thought as she walked back to the swings.

the bell rang and it was time for the kids to go inside.

Kids gathered up in lines to go back to class.
She was behind others as they went to there classroom. She walked in and seen the boy sat by the teacher this time.

Some kids snickered whispering to one another as the walked past him and to there seats.

She pouted a bit before sitting down.
The teachers desk was directly behind her. She felt a stare the whole time before swiftly turning around catching the young boy staring.
"What?" She said quietly to him

He put his head down fast and didn't say a word.
Sighing she turned around and listened as the teacher taught before hearing the intercom
Say that Thomas Hewitt could come to the front office and that his parents are here.

She watched as he got up and grabbed his ragged bags before leaving the classroom

She felt bad for the treatment he had to go through. But what could she do?

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The next day, and day after that, and day after that were the same thing.

Same treatment.same torment. Same abuse from kids.

Walking up to see the boy sitting by a tree the young girl decided to go and sit beside him.
"Hi there!" She smiled brightly waving to him before sitting down

He hummed moving away from her lightly
"You ok? Im sorry for those kids" she sighed turning to see kids playing and laughing with one another.

He nods lightly before looking out into the distance
Looking down she seen cuts all across him and bruises
"They messed you up huh?" She chuckled a little touching his bruise lightly.

He turned to look at her, his curls went over his eyes.
"What? Oh yeah I'm sorry if you thought I was making fun of you when the whole face on the window thing. I just wanted to make you happy"
She smiled a little at him

He just nods

Pouting she got closer to him
"Why can't you talk?"
She asked, no response

"Your tall for a 9 year old you know?"
She said , no response but a nod

"Here's a flower. Hope it makes you smile"
She handed him a sunflower before sitting up brushing the dirt off her bum.

He nods taking it lightly.
He watched as she left .

He twirled the flower in his hand for a little before leaning his head against the tree.