Green is the colour of grass, the colour of trees in the summer. I haven't been outside in ages, and whenever I ask my parents, they reply "How many times do we have to tell you Joe? NO MEANS NO!" I always thaught saying this was stupid, what else can no mean? I wish I could feel the grass between my toes, the wind in my hair and the sun on my face (instead I always feel sick). But they have me trapped in this horrible place. I'm only aloud out when to get food or drinks, or to go to school. But theres not much point going to school anyway, I'm falling behind in all of the work, teachers hate me and all my friends have left me. Daddy has been away a lot recently. I don't think he's OK. I think I'll need to tell someone about my chest, but it's not like anyone will care...
From joe
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Rainbow Boy
Short StoryThis is the story of a young boy named Joe and how family life is slowly tearing him away from his old, happy self.
