#WritcoStoryPrompt29
I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me... it was like the ground had all fallen on me . but I had no choice than to return back home.
when I finally arrived back home , my mother was at the sitting room waiting for me. I suddenly knock at the door , when I heard my mom scolding , calling my name . but I had to explain why I came back home late . she notice some injury in my body . I wanted to lie but she caught me immediately. then I had to speak the truth which was I was beaten by some boys. she asked me what actually I did to them but I could not explain then I went into my room to take some rest because it's was obvious that I was indeed very tired. I later though about , which I learnt a very big lesson from it.
the end.