A_Heart_of_Fire

A Heart of Fire Slowly he walked down the hallways. His head ducked down, and his eyes slightly closed. His head was slightly turned towards the wall; he was trying to hide his tears. The slow movement of his tears felt like wet drips of sand, gently carving paths of heartbreak across his face. His heart felt as if it was on fire, and his mind was a jumble of thoughts. Why did kids have to be so mean to him' Was he really so different then them' Was he really the freak they accused him of being' A door jutted open in front of him, and turning quickly out of the way, he ran to the bathroom. He had to be alone. As he entered the bathroom he caught site of his reflection. Turning his face slightly toward the mirrors, he took a good long hard look at himself. He starred into his own deep dark brown eyes. His tears streamed down his chubby cheeks. His glasses seemed to fog from his misting eyes. "I hate VT," his words echoed around the old cement room. " I want to go home" John had moved to VT a few months earlier. He had hated the idea years, one, just, felt, truth, tears, something, slightly, hit, heart, face, eyes, vt, turning, took, remember, really, realization, out, old, mind, made, kids, head, grew, found, fire, child, began, bathroom, around, always, after, young, yelling, working, words, whirled, wet, way, wasn't, wall, walked, victor, victimizer, very, uproot, turned, trying, towards