The Boy Cried

by Tasha, 5th grader

Brian is always crying. As soon as he steps out his front door he falls to the ground kicking his feet up in the air, screaming and hitting his fists on the ground.

Just a while ago he was running up and down the street screaming his head off.

He pulls his hair out when he runs. He pulls his little sister’s off their bikes.

When his eyes turn blood shot red he screams even louder.

He is wearing a green shirt that is soaked by his tears, and his black pants are wet too.

Brian gives me a headache.