Hmm, this one was a little more than a hundred words, but I couldn't seem to minimize it. Hope you like it(:
"A broken soul isn't like a broken leg; it can't be put into a cast for a little bit and then miraculously be healed. A broken soul may very well never be healed."
- Unknown
He took a deep breath as he shot another basket.
You didn't care, did you, Apollo? If you'd cared you would have claimed me before you had to, before you'd sworn to. He thought to himself. He, Tyler Lee; popular, loveable, seemingly perfect Tyler Lee. It wasn't the truth, it was all but clever facade; he was the farthest thing from perfect. He was scarred inside and out, and he knew it. But that wasn't the question, whether or not he knew; the question was did everyone else know it too?
He threw the basketball over his head as he walked away from the court.
Swish, swish.