the bell had just run,
and he braced himself for the questions.
"where were you?"
"are you ok?"
"hey man, what happened back there?"
they never stopped, and he just smiled and nodded at each of them,
walking past his 'buds'.
he was just tired.
"dude, you don't look too good" his friend, markkus,
had finally claimed.
"haha, nah bro, it's a'ight, i'm just tired" he brushed it off,
and kept walking.
not prepared for anything that was awaiting him at home.
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Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)