#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... I loved ballet. To make matters worse, I was the only boy among the rest of boys in my class who took ballet as an extra-curricular activity. For some reason unknown to me, hip-hop, the king of dances at our school, wasn't the outlet I needed through which I would be able to...