Part 5-Denny

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    Denny was on the chubby end. People always commented on it, and I could tell it upset him. He joined our group and instantly became one of my good friends.
    Denny had like brown spiky hair and loved to sing. He didn't care whether he was good or not, he just loved to sing. Everyone found it hilarious, even some of our teachers.
    Denny cared greatly how other people saw him. That's probably why he had so much trouble joining our little friend group. He didn't like the thought of being an outcast. He didn't like the idea that all eyes would be on him, but not in a good way.
    He eventually came to us after I stuck up for him at recess. The really basic, popular kids at school were teasing him as always.
    "You disgust me, ya know. I'm tired of looking at you. Get out of here!" the kid shoved him. Denny stumbled backwards. The kids laughed like ugly distorted hyenas. I walked up behind him, touching his shoulder.
    "That's not how you talk to people," I shot back.
    "How would you know how to act? You always hang out with people like them," said the kid, pointing to Dekota who was now standing next to Denny.
    "And you always hang out with them," I said back, pointing to the group of friends he was with. I was tired of being picked on by these guys. And I was definitely tired of my friends being picked on by these guys. I was tired of everyone. I wanted it to stop. I could've just ended the conversation there, but I didn't.     Neither did he.
    "Well at least I'm not a dirty lesbian," said the boy. He looked to his friends, who started snickering.
    "Well then I'm afraid you're not in luck, because I heard your mother say something like that about you," I said, furious. "And so what if someone is lesbian. How does it effect your life? How did anyone do anything to you? What did Denny do to make you pick on him?"
    "He decided to eat a big lunch, that's what he did," said the bratty kid.
    "Well then, you deserve to get beat up too." I walked away, bit right as the teacher was walking towards us. Ironically, I was the only one who got sent to the principal's office. But, from that point on, Denny was part of the geek side.

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