Never Again
I see people picking on this kid.
They are calling him names
I walked in the locker room and he was on the floor.
I see two people in the locker room with him
He is crying on the floor
They hear me and run.
I go to the kid on the floor
He is frightened and scared
He can't even speak because of how scared he is
I ask him if he needs anything
He says he doesn't want to talk about it
Him and I stuck together that year and I made sure he never got picked on or scared again.
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