An entrie for #DZFFA
Keep Your Mouth Shut. Hm, what is it about?
Meg and her parents are friends with Milo's mom. They met when they were kids, but then something happened. Meg nor Milo know what happened between their parents'. Milo moved away wit...
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____________________________________ (Narrator *me*) Another day of school made Milo be in a bad mood. He was always bothered by some popular teens. Milo hated it. . . He was being bullied. The group told Milo horrible things. . . They sometimes beat him up. Milo usually stood up for himself but it never turned out like he'd expected.
"What's wrong?" One of the boys of the group asked.
"What do you want?" Milo snapped.
"Ouch." Commented another teen.
Milo looked down at the floor. He wasn't going to deal with those guys. Ignore them, Milo thought.
"You better watch what you're saying." Sneered the first teen.
"Just leave me alone." Milo mumbled.
"Aw, you're scared? Huh?"
Milo shook his head, he bit his lip. He was scared, but he wasn't going to show it. The group of boys could just let him be. . . But it didn't look like they were going to do that. They were going to beat him up and make him shut his mouth about it. No one defended him, which hurt Milo the most. That's why he defended himself.
"What happened to your family? Is it just you and your mom, right?" The first teen was the leader, well supposedly.
Milo didn't answer, he shifted his feet from left to right. He slowly raised his head up, his hair covered his eyes. The teenage boys looked into his eyes, shooting daggers. Milo tried to avoid looking at the leader.
"Oh. . . So your dad left you? Why?" The leader looked as if he was about to pin Milo to the lockers.
That's the lost straw. Milo glared at the gang and took a step forward. "Yes, he left. But he means nothing to me."
"Really? Everyone around here says that you always cry during breaks. . . Tell us the truth." The blonde haired teenage boy (the leader), demanded.
"Shut up!" Milo raised his voice, he could feel his blood boiling in his veins.
"You're full of secrets! You're different! That's why no one approves you!" The teenager yelled, he put his forearm against Milo's neck.
"Leave me alone!" Milo spat.
"Who's going to stop me? Your dad?" The leader of the gang was choking Milo.
"St--stop." Milo stuttered.
"Come on, let's show him why not to mess with us." The blonde haired boy looked at his crew and motioned them to go around Milo.
The whole crew was smirking, they approached Milo and put him to the ground. They kicked and punched him. Milo was in pain, he twisted and turned as the rest of them beated him up. He yelled for help but no one came. . . Just like one of the boys said. . . There was no one to defend him. He was miserable.
