Wow, I'm shocked that I wrote this. Today on the bus a kid who's that little thug miscreant type sat by me since there where no seats left, and took out a picture and looked at it sadly. I almost freaking cried and hugged him. Here's what I wrote
"When you see that one boy, the one who everyone calls bad names because he swears and tries sneaking food from kids, not to mention steals and gets away with it. That one kid who talks nasty and seems like a total jerk. What if I told you that boy had a book, and inside that book he used a picture for his bookmark? A bookmark with the picture of a mom, dad, and two little boys. Thats the family he used to have, now his brother was separated and the mom and dad gone. He looks at his picture with sad eyes every time he reads his favorite book, and knows his family won't ever be full again. Today, I saw that first hand. That one kid who everyone hated on, and only knew for being a thief and a liar, sat next to me because the seats were full, took out his book, and pulled out a picture of a family. That was his family that he took for granted because he never knew how much they really meant to him. He stared at it before putting it back in his book, and acted like nothing happened. I saw what was a broken kid, shielding himself with whatever was necessary. Please, take a good look at that one bully you're school, or that one kid who lies and steals, because looks can be very deceiving. So please, don't judge a book by its cover, because whats inside could be all the difference... "

Poor kid, i felt so bad for him