He set by the play ground hill staring at the sky. He was missing his dad. But not much though. A one good day in life didn't erase all the bad memories. The yellings,hiting... Or beatings. But. That was his last family. He didn't like replying on others anymore but a part of him craved the peace and comfort. He couldn't even blend in. It was even a miracle he didn't stand out or any one barely talked to him. Before he knew it a frisbee was flying in his direction. Oh god he already had enough bruises why more!?? He held his hands up immediately