The blue マスタング, マストン trailed behind me, slowly creeping down the block. I made sure not to look at them, focusing on finding a サッカー ball for the gang’s game later that day.

I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.

“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.

The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.

Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself,...

“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as あなた stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” あなた mutter, staring at the 食 in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what あなた 発言しました at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” あなた shrug.

“But I made your お気に入り スパゲッティ sauce. あなた always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” あなた sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your 食 isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” あなた suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. あなた can see...