Bruises, bruises, so many. Too hard to tell anyone, because even if I don’t say and they see, the heads turn and they cough. Like nothing ever happened. Grouchy during the day, like a ticking bomb. I could fight back, and show them. Prove to them that I can fight and I’m not weak, like they all think. But what good would that do? I’d be just like them. I tell them, they need guidance, that they need to find some purpose that makes life worthy.
They say they’ll join the army. That’ll suit them, I think. Not a great cause, but all bullies have the same reasons why they do what they do. Or, at least, it feels that way. Better to steer away from them, and learn their schedule. Can’t hurt, can it? They won’t be lurking around the corner, waiting for me to tick, for something to set off in me, the click, click boom.
But let’s not waste all our time.
I don’t have you for too long, so I should spare your pages for something important. I’ll tell you when it happens by. So soon, so soon, the ‘rents are home. I should leave before they yell at me.