It is Saturday night.
The boy sits alone in his room.
The boy sits alone in his room.
"I hate weekends!" he shouts.
But there is no one in the room to answer.
He picks up a magazine and sees a picture of a group of young people at the beach.
He hurls the magazine against the wall.
Tears well up.
He clamps his teeth on his underlip, but the tears keep pushing.
Unable to fight it any longer, he falls on his bed, sobbing,
"Why am I always left out?"
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