Guilt

Tully stared at the pastel green ceiling of his room. Never before had it seemed so lifeless and dull. Memories of the incident flashed in his mind, as if it had happened just seconds ago. Images of the dare repeatedly replayed itself, reminding him of the guilt he felt. He had gotten himself into trouble solely for the sake of fitting in. Mother was upset, and he knew it was his fault. Maybe being different …showed first 75 words of 495 total…

…showed last 75 words of 495 total…officers, he saw the gang smirking at him, and realized they had set him up. Back home, his mother gave him a dressing down. As his mother left the room with tears rolling down her cheeks, Tully felt guilt stab his heart like a double-edged sword. He had let his mother down. What he did was terribly wrong, and he knew it. He could never fit in, and he would have to accept this fact.