He was sitting on the cold bench at his school, hard steel pressed against the backs of his legs causing the hairs to rise and shivers to crawl up his spine. He glances down towards the book in his hands, Eyelashes fanning his cheeks and brushing the scattered freckles that lay there.The words scramble frantically on his page, becoming one with others and forming entirely new words that no person could comprehende. Tortured and frustrated by this, the boys hands curled to fists where they lay next to him on the cold, unforgiving bench he was restricted to day after day. The boy shut his eyes to stop the steaming tears of frustration from rolling down his face, Other boys walked past and laughed at him which only caused more frustration and anguish, The day had just begun but in some way, it had just ended for him.
