"Hey Justin." I wipe my wet hands on my dress and sit down next to him on the sandbox. "Go away." He shoves me back and my back lands on the wood keeping the sand together. "I don't play with losers." He gathers his toys and runs across the park. Sitting up straight I watch him as he tries to join the group he ran off to. I stand up and dust myself and look back to the apartment. Sighing I track back there. When I reach the apartment something hit's me and I am back on my back that is now screaming in pain. Numbly I look up with open eyes as a boy comes in sight.
The final scar
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