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"Silent Resilience: A Hidden Struggle"
#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 ran with all my might, my heart pounding in my chest, as the echoes of my pursuers faded into the distance. The pain from the beating still lingered, but my determination to escape their cruelty propelled me forward. The fear of facing my mother's wrath loomed before me, but I couldn't let her know the truth, the real reason the boys singled me out.
Arriving home, I quietly slipped through the front door, desperate to avoid any confrontation. My mother, tired from her long day at work, sat in the living room, the flickering...
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 ran with all my might, my heart pounding in my chest, as the echoes of my pursuers faded into the distance. The pain from the beating still lingered, but my determination to escape their cruelty propelled me forward. The fear of facing my mother's wrath loomed before me, but I couldn't let her know the truth, the real reason the boys singled me out.
Arriving home, I quietly slipped through the front door, desperate to avoid any confrontation. My mother, tired from her long day at work, sat in the living room, the flickering...
