Most Stories About Kids Who Were Bullied Don't Have a Happy Ending
Orson was one of those boys who looked about nine even when he was in high school. He had quite beautiful amber colored hair that flowed down to his shoulders. His features were so fine and his skin so white you might think his nose had been erased. His eyes were as brown and soulful as a puppy’s.I remember him half skipping through the hallway, always laughing at something. He once presented me with a play he’d written for English class. Checkov’s gun was a character in the play. He giggled as he showed me the dialogue.Checkov’s gun: BANG!Naturally, he was constantly beaten to within an inch…
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