He's in his room, you can hear a pin drop. He's still tired of running from his school to his home. Quietly he cries, he doesn't want his mom to know he's afraid to get butt-kicked and sneaked out the window. In his dreams, he holds
a gun up to their heads and pulls the trigger. In his
dreams, nobody survived. They were shot while trying to
escape. And his haircut, the most ugly human roof. His thick glasses are almost bulletproof. Though he's smarter than the other kids his age, his mind is overshadowed by his rage. He knows this won't last forever and hopes that having brains and being clever, will help him to get closer to a peaceful solution.