Jerome plays with dolls?

I sighed and threw the disk on the table. I should have known it was too good to be true. I was too rotten for anyone to want to hang out with me. Maybe she ran to get something to eat or drink. Maybe she went to get a book for later. Millions of thoughts roamed my mind, but I knew none of them were true. I just didn't want to believe that Mara stood me up, but she did. I pulled out my gnome from my pocket and played with it in my hand, pulling my fingers through its hair.

"So…prankster Jerome plays with dolls, does he?" Mick's voice said behind me. I pushed it quickly back into my pocket.

"What are you talking about? I don't see any dolls here" I replied.

Mick rolled his eyes. "Please. I saw that. So why are you playing with a toy gnome with purple hair? Have Jewome's parwent's not accepted that he grew up, so they sent him some toys?" Mick said in a baby voice.

My fists balled up, and before I knew what I was doing, I punched Mick, right in the face. He was surprised, all right. His mouth fell open, stumbling to gain his balance, and his hands went to his bleeding nose.

"What was that for? Why do you always get mad when someone mentions your parents?" Mick said sounding like he had a stuffed nose.

"It's none of your business." I replied harshly. Then only audible to myself, I added, "You wouldn't want people talking about your parents either if they treated you like dirt."

I was disgusted with my parents. No calls, no cards on Christmas and birthdays, no visits, and no home to go to over break. I had to spend all my breaks here, with creepy old Victor.

"C'mon dude, I'm your friend. Why can't I know?" Mick pleaded.

"Because. I. said. so." I replied through gritted teeth. I sighed.

"Look, I would just rather not talk about it, okay?" I added, and walked off.

The reason I never told anyone about this wasn't because I didn't want them to think of me as sensitive, although that was part of it. It was mainly just because I hated my parents, I didn't want to speak of them, and that memory is going to haunt me for the rest of my life, no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. If you want to get rid of the memory, why do you keep the gnome? Well, it's just special to me. I didn't care if it brought back bad memories; it was one of the most important things in my life. I was pretty sure everyone had one of those little items. At least, I hope so. Wait. I turned around and ran back to the common room.

"Hey Mick, have you seen Mara? I came back with the movie and she wasn't here?" I asked.

"Sorry mate, haven't seen her since she declined my lunch request." Mick replied.

"Oh, okay. Well I'm going to go for real now" I said awkwardly and left, walking towards Mara and Patricia's room. I knocked no response. I knocked again, still no response. Slowly I opened the door, peaking in. What I saw horrified me.

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