*Kristofer* I allow the next song to start without hitting &quot;repeat&quot;, again. With a furtive sigh, I begin reading _The Catcher in the Rye_; English homework. My eyes wander to the kids outside. Absent-mindedly, I find myself remembering the last time I went out. It was a Thursday in early May. I had just trudged home from school, and some kids had followed me home. _Hey, Kris!_ They called, pelting paper at my back. I could hear their jeering laughter. _Kris, come ride your bike with us!_ _I can't._ _Boo hoo, poor Kris! What did you eat at lunch today?_ _Didn't you hear?_ One of them interupted with a smile. _There was no food left in the school when he finished!_ Their laughter grew so loud that my mother came running out of the house, waving a broom at them. _Shoo!_ She yelled at their terrified faces. _Leave him alone!_ I didn't go back to school after that; didn't go outside. But, sometimes I think things would be better if I had. But maybe, I'm wrong. 2008-05-12T22:29:25Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27690 <p>the horrors of being overweight boy in h.s. the teasing, all too real life situation for some.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27690?basename=61898 2008-05-12T22:29:25Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf