... was a large bruise, black and blue, covered with veins and it was on the centre of his stomach. The mother reached out to the child and put her hand on her child' shoulder, the child slowly brushed it away. He got his bag, swung it around his shoulder and left the house quickly. It was no different going to school than at home it was just as bad for the fourteen-year-old boy. He walked into school and he would get the occasional stare for the black eye that had been there for weeks. He would also get the same people addressing him as the "blue boy" as he had a record amount of bruises around his body. By now the boy was used to of all of this and the only person he could trust was his best friend Emma. The boy just caught a glance of her curly hair ...

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