Henry sat by the small river, staring blankly into nothing. His head hurt, a scrape on his forehead was bleeding from the rock fight he had earlier with the stupid Losers club.

He pulled his knees to his chest, letting out a soft sigh. He couldn’t go home, not like this, especially to his dad. Henry had just lost his first fight, and he felt humiliated. His clothes a little dirty and he could feel bruises from different spots on his body from the rocks.

“Stupid fags..” he murmured angrily and threw a rock in the water before letting out a scoff.