"What happened to the 1%". His father yelled at him.
"I didn't get it". He shook, shaking like their was cold in the air.
"To the basement, you good for nothing boy". He screamed, as the boy ran with tears in his eyes.
Next day he shows up, still covering his wound, his body weak but he still has bullying to look forward too.
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Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
