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Immature One
#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 ironic, 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 burst through the front door, panting and sweating. The house was silent, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the old clock on the wall. I could hear my mother in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepared dinner. I tried to slip past the kitchen unnoticed, but she had eyes like a hawk.
"Tommy, is that you?" she called out, her voice laced with suspicion. "Come here, let me take a look at you."
With a heavy sigh, I stepped into the kitchen, trying to hide my bruises and the tear in my shirt. Her eyes widened when she saw...
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 ironic, 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 burst through the front door, panting and sweating. The house was silent, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the old clock on the wall. I could hear my mother in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepared dinner. I tried to slip past the kitchen unnoticed, but she had eyes like a hawk.
"Tommy, is that you?" she called out, her voice laced with suspicion. "Come here, let me take a look at you."
With a heavy sigh, I stepped into the kitchen, trying to hide my bruises and the tear in my shirt. Her eyes widened when she saw...
