[ WP ] `` Friends ? Hah ! Like I have a need for trash like you , '' he said , as he struggled to hold back his tears .

Tony say in his living room, brightly lit by the light from the morning sun. He sat arguing, his eyes already pooling with tears. It was too early to for these emotions. 
 
 Tony was an exceptionally bright boy. He was blessed with an intellect few possess. But by an odd twist of fate, he was an exceptionally emotional boy. 
 
 Tony was arguing with the few friends that he had. Friends were of great importance for him, he needed them. As he was alone without them. His intelligence often acted as a repellent in a sense. He seemed to never be able to make any friends. And the ones that he did make did n't stick around very long. 
 
 He has been arguing with them for sometime. The tears glimmer in the light, as they stream down his face, leaving the paths they travel marked in red. He was so upset; He was upset because he knew that no matte how persuasive his argument, no matter how well he articulates his points, his friends will not be able to stay. They are going to leave him. And he knows there is nothing he is able to do. He knows there is no point in trying but cant help himself from trying. 
 
 `` I do n't want you to leave me. They always leave me. Everyone always leaves me.'' 
 
 His friends do n't say a word, there's nothing to say. Nothing can convince them, regardless its not as though they have control of the situation to come. Any words spoken wont matter by the end of this conversation. 
 
 
 `` What is that I have to do. I just began to get to know you all. And just like that you have to go?'' 
 
 Long pause. 
 
 `` Well than go! See if I care. I hate you. All of you!'' Tony yells, emotional, barely able to control himself. His voice is raspy as he shouts, and his breath tremors as he struggles to catch his breath. 
 
 Tonys mother, hearing the yell from her son, rushes to check on him. 
 
 `` Tony whats wrong?'' 
 
 `` They have to leave and they dont care!'' 
 
 
 It'll be okay Tony. I'm here now. It will be okay.'' 
 
 His mother hugs her son, rubbing his head in a soothing motions. Singling very gently to calm him down. 
 
 Tony begins to calm down. 
 
 `` Okay Tony?'' 
 
 Tony smiles, his face still stained by the tears. 
 
 `` Im okay'' 
 
 Go get ready for school honey, I'll get breakfast started'' 
 
 Tony leaves to get ready. 
 
 His mother looks at tonys friends with disappointment. And with one hand picks them up. 
 
 
 Outside she places them all into the trash can. She made it in time to catch the trash man. 
 
 Just like all other trash days. 
 
 `` Tony has a hell of an imagination'' she thought, as she closed the lid.
