Johnny, Johnny Come প্রথমপাতা

The blue আমেরিকার বন্য ঘোড়াবিশেষ trailed behind me, slowly creeping down the block. I made sure not to look at them, focusing on finding a ফুটবল ball for the gang’s game later that day.

I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.

“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.

The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.

Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself,...

“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as আপনি stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” আপনি mutter, staring at the খাবার in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what আপনি ব্যক্ত at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” আপনি shrug.

“But I made your পছন্দ স্প্যাঘেটি sauce. আপনি always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” আপনি sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your খাবার isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” আপনি suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. আপনি can see...