I woke to the sound of beeping,not knowing where I was.My eyesight focused,revealing a cluster of people."Who are you guys?!?"I said in question."We're from Whataburger!!"Some old lady yelled."We all saw you run in the restroom...I thought you really had to go."A little kid added.I felt a little snap inside of me...I felt like someone...cared."Why are all of you guys here?"They all let out a breath,like they were on a triathlon,"Well....were not going to be rude and not see if your going to be ok!!"A younger teen replied.
About an hour later,people started to leave,little by little.At the end,a little boy reached up to my bed,opening his little mouth,"Did it hurt,sir?"I froze,knowing who he was.He was the little boy who saw my blood on the floor.I decided not to tell him the truth."Ummm....did what hurt?"I played it cool."Your cuts?!?You fell right...I saw the blood and thought you needed a band-aid..."I almost had a breakdown.He never should have seen it anyways.I decided to go with what he knew,"Yes buddy,I had a cut...but it's all fixed...the doctors put band-aids on it....see."He looked satisfied.He started for the door,but turned to me,to say something,"If you need a band-aid,tell me...I have lots!"He left,leaving me in tears.He didn't know what was really going on.How cruel the world is.I felt so bad and good at the same time,that I overwhelmed myself to sleep.
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The Last Straw
Teen FictionA 14 yr old boy named Robert is new at his middle school.He trys to lay low but,people notice him,thinking their is something wrong with him.He makes one friend named Joe.Joe is a popular kid(which places Robert a loser)but,doesn't care what people...
