You walk down the street and see how a boy with golden, curly hair, blue, almost heavenly mischievous eyes, is sitting at the school covered in blood. His pioneer clothes are torn, his nose bleeds, and tears flow from his eyes. His briefcase with fitness badges hangs from his brown leather briefcase. He doesn't notice you. He mutters under his breath, whimpering. His voice is youthful. He is approximately 16 years old It's not fair... it's not fair... Looks like he got beaten