InsaneandSexy

Cyril slammed his bedroom door, his mother’s angry shouts only making him more frustrated with the day he’d been having. He unslung his school bag from his shoulder and looked it over in his hands. There were several large tears in the cheap fabric and there was something sticky seeping into it. Someone, he suspected he knew who that was, had vandalized it while he was at school. Cyril tossed the ruined bag against the wall, fuming as he sat down on his bed. I bet it was those damned meatheads! he thought angrily to himself, punching his pillow. If they weren’t such overmuscled lumps I’d teach them not to mess with me!