As he struggled to hold back tears, his face was buried in his hands. He'd experienced feelings like this before, but today felt different. Those feelings were stronger now, stronger than ever. He felt guilty. He was jealous of others around him. But he couldn't help it, he couldn't just not be envious of people who had a better life than him. He wished he could be like the other boys.
He knew that the other boys didn't all have an easier or better life than him. If anything, he shouldn't be complaining about his life. He felt immense guilt. He hated the feeling of jealousy. He hated feeling jealous, but he couldn't stop. He wished he could be like other boys his age. He tried to shake this horrible feeling away. But it wouldn't. It remained in his mind. Why couldn't he live like the other boys? Why couldn't he live like a boy?
He hated himself for feeling this way. He hated the feeling of envy. It made him feel disgusted. He wished it would just go away. He wished everything would go away. He was deep in thought until he heard his phone start to ring. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and looked at the caller ID. It was his friend, so he decided to answer the call.
"Hey, I heard about what happened yesterday. Are you alright?"
"I'm used to it by now, it happens every day."
"You shouldn't have to be used to it, you're just a kid."
"Yeah, but they're kids too."
"That doesn't mean they should treat anyone that way. If they act like this towards you they probably do this to others."
"I know."
"Honestly, you shouldn't just let them walk all over you like that."
"I know."
"The only thing I wanted to say to you is that I support you completely. You're my best friend, Kenny."
"You're my best friend, too."
