He walked out the door with a little lunchpack in his hand. He had made it himself, as he did every day. Mummy never made him lunch, she just left him on his own as she drank and smoked. The road to school weren't long, but long enough for a nine-year-old to walk alone. As he walked other kids from the houses along the road where getting goodbye kisses, hugs and lunch-packs from their parents. Some where holding their parents hand as they walked with them. Never had his mum done
any of that.
He arrived at school and walked straight to his classroom. When he took of his jacket, his teacher went by. She looked at him. He didn't notice. She looked at the little boys arms. They where filled with black and blue bruises. Shaking her head as to get rid of a fly she kept on walking. Not giving any further notice.
During class the little boy sat drawing in his book like all the other kids. When he didn't notice, the other kids starred at him. He was always quiet. They had been told to draw what