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Once upon a time there was a little boy who was a big trouble maker all the time, but didnt mean it. His mother passed away when he was five years old and he started doing bad things that got him into trouble, but that was 7 years ago. After the mother passed away his dad became a very bad alcoholic, he also blamed everything on the kid. The mother passed away from a car crash when the boy was in the back of the car kicking her seat wanting ice cream. So now whenever the boy does something bad in school or outside of school, his dad would beat him with his hands or a baseball. The boy did something wrong and ended up getting a bloody nose with bruises all over his body from his dad. The little boy kept getting in trouble because he didnt know any better and made really bad friends that would get him in trouble each and everyday. He tried to stop getting in trouble because he was tired of getting beat up but his dad was drunk and would always come home and beat him coming back from the bar. The little boy would go to his room and lock up the door. He would take the blade from his pencil sharpener and cry with his arm out in front of him; as only if it were the only answer. He felt like we was the biggest mistake in the family. There were so many cuts on his arms that kids would start to make fun of him.  So he would get so bullied to the point were he cried in school. No one give a f**k about him. Whenever he came home, he'd run straight up the steps and try to hide in his room. But his dad came into the room and dragged him out of bed and said "come here you dumb piece of s***, your mother would have never died if it weren't for you." He kept saying "I regret having you here in my home, but I have to." The little boy screams "alcohol has ruined you if mom were still alive you'd love me, but now you blame me for something that wasn't my fault." The little boy run away from home for the night because things kept getting worse. He ends up making it to the park and finds a bench next to a sick homeless man.  He sat on the bench and put his head in between his knees tearing up in front of the very sick man. The homeless man said i feel your pain. The boy sniffs up and says "why?". The man says "because I got news from urgent care that... well, I'm dying. It's excepted to happen in 4 days..." The boy explained his story to the homeless man and the homeless man replied back to him and said " school will always have a bully but you have to get past that fear and be stronger then what they think you are. The homeless man took the blade from his hand and said "this is only making you weaker, your to young to die." Then he took the blade and threw it in the water. He said "you were born for a reason maybe your school might hate you and your dad might not like you but thats for them to realizes and grow through it because that's life." The little boy stopped crying, wiped his tears off his face and said "thank you, mister". He then reached for his pocket and had an extra gumball from before said "I was gonna eat this but you helped me and I wanna help a little too. The homless man said "God bless you son". The boy went back to his house and his dad was should asleep with a whiskey bottle by his side with the tv on. The next day he woke up put a t-shirt on so he could show his scars and stand out. Some kids said smart-ass remarks but he tried to ignore it the best he could. He listened to the homeless man and kept thinking throughout the day. "It worked!" The little boy said in an exciting voice. He made it through the rest of the day at school and later got home. But he was still very scared of his dad. He went to his room. His dad wasn't home yet. He's at his desk doing homework. Then his dad got home late, it's about 9:30ish. He was drunk off his ass and went to the fridge to get a drink. The boy was just getting ready for bed. The dad yells up the stairs says "tomorrow is the funeral anniversay." The boy ran to his door as soon as he heard him say that. He tried to block the door off so that his dad couldn't get in. But it was too late. His dad took him by the arm and threw him down the steps. He said "You f**king idiot!" or "You mistake!" The boy talk back and said "Stop!" in his crying voice. He said "let me go".  His dad kept beating with the belt. The boy finally saw the home phone runs to it and dials 911. The cops arrived 20 mins later but it was too late. The boy had died from his dad. His dad had took a gun to the boy and shot him in the chest. The boy died strong and hopelessly. His dad was arrested for murder and child-abuse. He was sentenced to life. The boy was in heaven now but he was finally with his mom at last. He loved and missed her so much. She meant the world to him. The day they got in a car crash and he lost her, he couldn't stop thinking about her. After the arrest and his body was later buried. Everyone knew that it wasn't the little boy's fault. So a day later, The boy is in a casket, everyone from school shows up even the sick homeless man. The homeless man goes up in the front and says "that boy was very strong and kept his head up high. Although I barely knew him, I could see it in his eyes. May he rest in peace." The preist said a prayer and then the boy was buried. Every single person laid down a rose on his casket. Then the next day, Kids posted up on the walls to stop children abuse. The boy is now resting up in heaven, in his mother's arms.

The End

By: Austin B