The story of becoming a finger

Hi, I am Amir. I have been living in the village for twenty-eight years. What I am saying may not be a story, but it is true and maybe I am in pain. I am writing it. There is not an evil boy that I was always afraid of. He had taken him and I got into a fight with him. I took his bicycle from him. Shame on my bad luck Chen, until I saw my classmate my finger was seen tomorrow. The news was spread in school. I gave it to Ahmad Koon. One of them even told me what Ahmad did last night. One day I went out of the house to study. I had a bang on my head. Unfortunately, a boy who was a few years older than me had seen me. He came to me, leaked, and said, "Keep playing. I want to see. I was embarrassed. He pulled my pants down and a He did not turn around and knocked on my door. He had a special pleasure. He brought me some water. I started rubbing my buttocks. Kir was nonsensical, I wanted to go, he grabbed me tightly and pulled my pants down. I resisted. Whatever he did, he could not be satisfied. I started to be self-satisfied again, this time I resisted more intensely.