Trouble maker, naughty one, thick one, loser,
loner, art destroyer, hater, liar,
bully, murderer.
Rumours sometimes got out of hand, but
no one did anything about it. I’d go to the
toilets to cry sometimes, but it was more
like I was heaving air out of me
and inhaling deeply the stench of
decay around me.
Skipped classes because I knew no one
would come looking for me any way.
Sometimes I imagined that if you went
to my school, you would have been
part of them. You would have never said
that you loved me, you would have
hated me instead and thrown your
crust-less sandwiches at me.
And in return I would have hated you.
YOU ARE READING
That Summer
Teen FictionAbused at home and neglected, Will tells his story of a summer where he was determined to run away with his online sweetheart before meeting a tragic, broken end. Verse-novel.
