I brushed my teeth, and showered quickly hoping to be out the door before my father got up. I told myself that i would eat when i got to school but deep inside I knew it wasn't true.
I pulled on a t-shirt that just about covered my bruises and scars, the only evidence of the way my father treated me. I couldn't ever tell anyone as it would just make it worse.
I get onto the bus and go join my mates at the back. They are honestly a bunch of bullies but ill do anything to fit in, including hanging out with these dick heads
My first lesson is P.E, my favourite. When I enter the gym its set up for basketball, by far the best sport. I slide on a jersey and we begin to play. I can hear the bouncing of the ball on the old wood floors, my teammates yelling, I can see the ball fly through the air to land perfectly in the hoop. This is my game. Before I know it it's over and we had won. I take the jersey of and it lifts my shirt revealing my pain. "look at him someone says" and I know my days of hiding it are over.
Sorry if this bit bad, I suck at writing from a boys perspective
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A New Home
General FictionA modern version of Wave Me Goodbye by Jacqueline Wilson A group of orphans go to live with a odd old lady Main idea belongs to jaqueline wilson Please be kind I wrote this when I was twelve
