The young blonde boy kicked at the ground; his face turned downwards at his feet. "I got in a bit of a fight today with my dad.." he mumbled, halfway to himself. "He hurt me a bit..."
He looked up a little and though his hair covered his eyes you could see he was watching you.
"I guess I should be used to it by now but it..hurts."
He frowned and rubbed a medium sized bruise on his arm, which had turned a deep purpley blue.
"Does this look bad to you?"