Me no own X-Men chars. This make me very sad see,……=( A short fic about how everyone is so mean to Todd and how he hates it. Yadda Yadda, R&R, please and thanks=)
NO MORE
'No more will they push me around like I am one of their toys.' His mind thought. 'No more will they treat me lower then dirt. They are my friends, my pals, they shouldn't treat me lower then themselves. At least they should treat me like a person. But no! They treat me like nothing at all. I bet they wouldn't care if I was dead, laying in some ditch. I bet they wouldn't even know I was missing until like 10 days later, when they are bored and have no one to pick on.' He wiped a tear for his eye.
'All they do is pick and laugh at me. They never in-courage me to do anything, always putting me down and kicking me when I am. They don't care that I am an outcasts to everyone else. That they are the only thing to a family that I have. They don't have to pick on me so much. They don't need to bring me pain and heartache, that I have to cry myself to sleep. Everyone else does that already. I only want to be like, like everyone else. They could at least give me a chance and not put me down so much.' He went to the bedroom and to his bedside drawer. Pulling it open he pick out a gun.
'Well NO MORE! I'm tried of them not caring about my feelings. Not caring about way I feel or what I do. I hate them all! Their all so mean to me, EVERYONE of them. I didn't even do nothing to them, and their so mean to me! No more will they push me around. No more will I take their crap. No more, No more!' For outside of the house, if anyone was walking by it at the time, and care to listen, a gun shot could be heard.
NO MORE
'No more will they push me around like I am one of their toys.' His mind thought. 'No more will they treat me lower then dirt. They are my friends, my pals, they shouldn't treat me lower then themselves. At least they should treat me like a person. But no! They treat me like nothing at all. I bet they wouldn't care if I was dead, laying in some ditch. I bet they wouldn't even know I was missing until like 10 days later, when they are bored and have no one to pick on.' He wiped a tear for his eye.
'All they do is pick and laugh at me. They never in-courage me to do anything, always putting me down and kicking me when I am. They don't care that I am an outcasts to everyone else. That they are the only thing to a family that I have. They don't have to pick on me so much. They don't need to bring me pain and heartache, that I have to cry myself to sleep. Everyone else does that already. I only want to be like, like everyone else. They could at least give me a chance and not put me down so much.' He went to the bedroom and to his bedside drawer. Pulling it open he pick out a gun.
'Well NO MORE! I'm tried of them not caring about my feelings. Not caring about way I feel or what I do. I hate them all! Their all so mean to me, EVERYONE of them. I didn't even do nothing to them, and their so mean to me! No more will they push me around. No more will I take their crap. No more, No more!' For outside of the house, if anyone was walking by it at the time, and care to listen, a gun shot could be heard.
