I came home from school the usual way - walking. We couldn't afford a car, my dad spent all our money on drugs and alchohol. Whenever Mom caught him drinking, she would send me out of the house for the night. I did not know what went on after Dad got drunk, but i probably don't want to know anyway.
I passed da a dark alleyway, and a shrill screaming caught my attention. I looked, and I saw three large boys pounding on a little boy.
A broken bey was punctured deep into the bacheca above his head.
"Stop! Stop it!" I screamed. The boys turned and stared at me. The boy ran off behind them.
One boy caught...
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