Boy

A boy sits on a swing in the middle of a playground brown greasy hair blocks his his listless grey-brown eyes from veiw the swing creaks but only the boy can hear it 'Even the swing doesen't want to play with me' he thought watched the other children run around without a care in the world,they all thought break-time was a god-sent gift to all children,most teachers shared thier thoughts on this matter,but to one child it was just another thing that separated him from all the others 'Friends' the boy thought,the boy waited as he did every other day,he waited for someone who would bring hope to the malnourished child, that day has yet to come and the boy will wait until that day surrounded in the deafening silence that is loneliness.

slightly depressing,just a random thing i thought of,review please.(flames are accepted)(first story,be kind)