#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 am not sorry but am I not dull ?
should be as I do even got a bruh
who's very charmfull
such a way got a boy friend
who was also charmfull
That's the point where I fell
and lost my mind by the way lost my education.
Anymore, no more love,
no more boys.
Ended up in posting boy hating posts
and getting rewards froms those boys
point out whose committed mistake
as well are girls meant to be toys ?
Did the individuals freedom got
vanish ?
Did the public forget to be the public ??