#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...
If only my mom could understand .....
I got upstairs in my room, curled up in my bed. It was cold. I could feel the the chills coming from the window but I couldn't get up as my back hurts from the immense pain
I got from heavy...