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I gave up on that fucking stupid ass summer program. I got sick of coming home feeling like a used punching bag. Of course I get a fucking lecture about it. Even when I show my so-called mother all the fucking bruises and probably broken ribs, all I hear is "Why don't you fight back" and "Why do you feel the need to stop going?"

Like I can fight back against half the fucking football team! And I highly doubt that you want to go and get beaten up not only during normal school, but also during summer school too! You much certainly be a masochist who likes to be every fucking color of the rainbow! And probably got a few broken bones too.... Fuck, I swear that at least 2 ribs are broken.

The book slipped out of Mikey's sweating hands. "Fuck it." He muttered, wiping his hands off onto the bedsheets. This story was getting worse by the minute!