Jazz's Fic.Jazz's Fic. by ms-manuscript
Sheila was yelling again. This was nothing new, Billy was used to it. The nine year old stood stock-straight, knowing better than to slouch or move. He pretty much held his breath when his mother was in a mood to shout and shriek. He hated how this played out. Hed come home, something would have happened during the day either to him or to her, and the screaming would start until she lost her voice. Today it was theft. Well, kind of.
Billy had been caught in a high school. Considering his age, that was strange in the first place. But at the same time, it was kind of funny in a morbid kind of foreshadowing way. Because the quarterback of the football team had stuffed the elementary school kid into his jock-strap smelling locker, and ran to the assistant principal saying that some punk was taking his stuff. He hadnt been taking anything from the jerk.&
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