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A Friend?
Time to wake up....
The alarm clock chirps.
Time for him to go to school.
He puts on his goth attire.
He waits for the bus.
He goes through each class is it comes:
English...
Science...
Math...
P.E. ....
He hates that one the most.
But after awhile he meets a friend named Fred.
Fred seems like a cool guy,
And even the bullies had stopped because of him.
Fred was good at English
So he invites him over to his house.
Homework goes by alot easier,
But then his mom comes home.
And, she comes right into his room.
Fred seems delighted to meet her,
And his mothers dress was sexual in all the right places.
Fred can not help but stare.
After awhile the night goes on,
And Fred goes to the bathroom.
After a few minutes he gets up for something to drink.
But as he passes by his mothers room,
He hears a most heart wrenchingly distressing sound.
Moaning...
Long drawn out...
Feminine moaning....
He peaks into his mothers room....
His eyes go wide in shock.
His heart breaks a little more.
His hands shakes,
And tears stream down his eyes....
He goes back to his room.
After awhile Fred comes back with a grin on his face.
But he knows what the grin means.
He yawns and pretends to be tired.
Fred goes home....
Time to wake up....
The alarm clock chirps.
Time for him to go to school.
He puts on his goth attire.
He waits for the bus.
He goes through each class is it comes:
English...
Science...
Math...
P.E. ....
He hates that one the most.
Fred is in a little group looking at his cellphone.
That same grin is on his face
As they pass the cellphone to each other in excitement....
The alarm clock chirps.
Time for him to go to school.
He puts on his goth attire.
He waits for the bus.
He goes through each class is it comes:
English...
Science...
Math...
P.E. ....
He hates that one the most.
But after awhile he meets a friend named Fred.
Fred seems like a cool guy,
And even the bullies had stopped because of him.
Fred was good at English
So he invites him over to his house.
Homework goes by alot easier,
But then his mom comes home.
And, she comes right into his room.
Fred seems delighted to meet her,
And his mothers dress was sexual in all the right places.
Fred can not help but stare.
After awhile the night goes on,
And Fred goes to the bathroom.
After a few minutes he gets up for something to drink.
But as he passes by his mothers room,
He hears a most heart wrenchingly distressing sound.
Moaning...
Long drawn out...
Feminine moaning....
He peaks into his mothers room....
His eyes go wide in shock.
His heart breaks a little more.
His hands shakes,
And tears stream down his eyes....
He goes back to his room.
After awhile Fred comes back with a grin on his face.
But he knows what the grin means.
He yawns and pretends to be tired.
Fred goes home....
Time to wake up....
The alarm clock chirps.
Time for him to go to school.
He puts on his goth attire.
He waits for the bus.
He goes through each class is it comes:
English...
Science...
Math...
P.E. ....
He hates that one the most.
Fred is in a little group looking at his cellphone.
That same grin is on his face
As they pass the cellphone to each other in excitement....
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