Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24381191-20141002152816

Being the new student in school, I was picked on by many older students, and completely ignored by the other students. Within the two months I had been studying in our school, I had made but one friend, Billy. We weren't that close either, and whenever people bullied me, he vanished, in an attempt to save his own skin.

One particular day, Billy hadn't shown up for school, and I was feeling lonely. Noticing my glum behaviour, a fellow student, Wes approached me. Fuck, he was going to bully me. Wes was one of my most avid tormentors; he never let a chance to bully me slide, and today was no different.

He insulted me, and beat me up some. All throughout the rest of the school day, people kept whispering to their friends and snickering as I walked by, and a few even let out full-on laughs. There were few that felt sympathy for me; I could see it in their eyes. Even in class, I felt all eyes on me. Today, Wes had gone too far.

I had enough of his torture. I followed him home that day.

When I got back to my house, the aroma of Mom's food was already filling my nose.

I pushed my sinister thoughts to the back of my head ad I bit into Mom's delicious meat.

The next day, Wes didn't show up for school. He tasted delicious. 