His Lonely Upbringing

Thwack right to Levi's head before taking the rest of his lunch money and running off. It was almost 9 o'clock, too late for any 11 year-old to be walking out by himself. The alley now reeked of week-old trash and Levi's blood, sweat, and tears, as he lied there, unable to get up for the next few minutes. "What the hell did I do to deserve this? As if my life wasn't shitty enough."