CHAPTER #1
Bill walked into work, Then encountered in a conversation with one of the staff members. His name was Leon, Leon said "Why are you talking to me?" in a surprised voice. Bill replied "Because, i have been rejected my whole life and i decided to grow a pair and try to talk to someone" With a smile on his face, Leon said "Nice, i have seen you around here but haven't seen you talk to anyone besides John" Bill Decided to tell his story So he replied " At the age of three i was in a car crash, As you can see thats why i look like this. Everybody rejects me as friends because of it, John has been my friend since it happened he was a bystander of the car crash and helped me through it. So we have been friends my whole life. So want to be my friend?" Leon replied with a smile "Yes, i would. I am sorry about the crash. Want to hang out at your house sometime. Me, You, and John?" Bill said "Yes, that would be fun! Meet you their after work?" Leon said "See you their buddy!" So they both went of to their daily shifts. Bill strolled down the aisle, Well as close as he can with his leg. The day went by fast. Bill went and got John to go meet leon. John order a pizza then rents a new Xbox game. John rushes back home after recieving word that Leons their through a text message. Once they get their they start to eat and play games. Leon has been left out his life too. He was picked on. John says "Hey guys!, You know how we have never gotten to have a girlfriend or another friend an we managed to get another today! We should go into New York City for a weekend and try to meet some new people!" Leon "I'm down if you guys are!" Bill "That will be awesome! Then we bring someone back down and make very good friends or maybe get a girlfriend if we are lucky!" John says " Okay, we will meet up tomorrow at the bus tomorrow, how about we stay a week?" Leon replied "Okay!" Bill says "What a great idea!, Well lets get home to pack!" Leon " Thanks for having me! See you tomorrow" *Bill Packs Bags* After packing Bill went to sleep.
