SOUL CRY. Andre Moore

noticed or all he cared about was everyone sitting down. Finally, with the smell becoming unbearable he let him go to the bathroom. Once the chaos erupted again Adam, Ray, William and I ran out the class and went to the bathroom. William watched the door and the rest of us and my young dude Peter, who happened to be in the hallway at the time, began to kick and punch Charles. We threw wet toilet paper and splashed water at Charles after we pushed him back into the stall. All with a smile and a sense of no care. The poor kid, even after the pain and humiliation, thought we were going to be friends. It was as if my soul had died. See the more and more beatings I took at home, it became easier or almost second nature for me not to feel or care for anyone else.