Everyone remembers the weird kid from school - we called ours Possum at first because he played dead whenever the bullies came by and he was real good at it. He'd drop like a rock, bashing his head against the tarmac, barely breathing and barely peeping from his eyes until the bullies left.
He was always bruised and dizzy after playing possum, the teachers warned him that he could seriously hurt himself but he just kept doing it whenever they came near. We knew they'd all go too far one day but we didn't think they'd go that far.
They just kept kicking and kicking and kicking him until nobody could tell if he was breathing and nobody wanted to find out in case they got into trouble so we all just left him there for the teachers to find. They thought he was just playing possum too and walked off, leaving our Possum to rot in the sun.
It was only when school ended and we saw flies crawling in and out of his mouth that the teachers got concerned and checked for a pulse that was only just there. He was out of school for almost a year and he never really recovered from it.
He was much better at playing possum though - he certainly looked the part now.
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