SappiPapi

a segment chapter, by me, obviously Bobby picked at the chipping paint of the concrete wall, the exposure of the gray rock somewhat comforting to him. It was one layer to the outside world he could get rid of. One layer he could do by himself. All his life he had been taken advantage of. He was a sensitive, emotional kid, after all. He loved to just have fun and avoid conflict. But we can't always have what we want. That's what he had learned as he found his friend group. They always tried to accommodate to his needs, as if he was a sick puppy, but sometimes they'd get tired. He knew he'd grown to be an extra weight the group carried,