Robbie had to go through the gym to get out. He wanted to go home. He hoped no one would recognize him. It was not likely; the only one that really remembered what he looked like was his younger brother, Jake. Jake was 15 years old. Which now put him to be older than Robbie.
Robbie was wrong though. Ty had made it so that everyone would think that's how he always was. As he ran through the gym, people began to point and laugh at him. He forgot to take into account the fact that there could be classes going on, and there were.
He heard things like "Hey little Robbie, you should find some clothes that are more your age." and "Look at the little boy in his over sized clothes."
His eyes welled up with tears and he was so humiliated. He wasn't used to this. It hasn't happened to him in so long. He ran across the gym, past the laughter and to the door. Finally, after what seemed like forever, all he had to do was go through the hallway, and make it out the door before anyone else saw him.
He was glad there were no teachers around, when he got to the door. He opened it, and walked outside. Now he had to find a way to get home. He thought maybe his car. The only problem was that he left his keys in his regular pants, and not in his basketball shorts.
He was going to have go on foot. He didn't like the idea, since he was already tired from running. His face was still soaked in tears, flushed, and beet red. He looked like shit. He was upset, and frustrated from this. How could this happen to him? What did he ever do to deserve this?
He sat down on the ground and broke into tears once again.
"Hey there," he heard a voice. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Who's voice was it?