An) Ok, I know that I have started heaps of things but I had a really big test today(selective) and I spent ages cooped up in some crappy hall in a little desk colouring in bubbles with a led pencil. Oh what fun…. Not.

Nobody probably cares, but this story is dedicated to…. Um, my best friends Jessie, Chels, Mandy, and Hayley. You guys are the best friends ever. And Loz or Hil, if you are reading this I've got one word to say to you: Cheeky. Lol. Please do not ask about this because you will not understand. Mis trabajadores esclavos estúpidos pequeños... mwah ah ah. ¡Muera ! Ay, hiper momento aleatorio. Yo appologise. Kismas. You are all bakas. Lol. Guess what language. If you can guess it my next story will be dedicated to you. By the way there are two languages I have you. Happy guessing!

Good Boys Don't Cry

Good boys don't cry. That's what I was always told. I was never a good boy, even though I want to be. Always the outcast, sitting by myself at school.

I know that Squid cries sometimes. I've heard him. I might be the leader but that doesn't mean he won't pound me if I confront him about it.

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I curled up into a little ball, trying to protect myself from the blows that hit me continuously. It had become a daily ritual; beat-up-Rex was a game that everybody loved to play.

Nobody cared about me. Not even my mum or dad. One of the only things they ever said to me was "Good boys don't cry". There was never a single "I love you". I was alone. All alone.

I tried to keep the tears from falling down my face by squeezing my eyes shut tightly. It wasn't really working.

There I was. A little eleven year old getting the crap beaten out of me. It's astounding how vicious eleven year olds can be. Everybody thinks they are innocent.

I know better.

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Here at Camp Greenlake Mum tells you it's alright to cry. He doesn't mean it. If he knew how many times I've heard not only Squid crying but also Magnet, ZigZag and the person I least thought would; Twitch he would smirk at us and treat us like he treats Zero.

I know that everybody's gonna be up soon. I've been up for hours, thinking about stuff.

Stuff like how I got here, the fakeness of Mum and about life. A single tear ran down my cheek.

Good boys don't cry. But I'm not a good boy.

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That wasn't actually very long, not my best. Review if you like it, but don't flame.

This is only my second fic so don't kill me and it's my first holes one.

R&R Mis personas fieles.

Fluff Bunny