A/N: Sorry for the authors notes. I'm probably going to put at least one every chapter. Maybe not. Anyways, here is the prologue. I couldnt decide if I wanted this as my prologue or for my description because it is pretty short but I think I'm just going to go ahead and make it my prologue. Well, this is the beginning of a jorney my friends. I hope you enjoy.
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Usually when people ask you to describe yourself you would say, "I'm atheletic" or, "I'm intelligent". Or others would say, "I act" or "I'm edgy". You know. Give themself a typical image. I, on the other hand, being the weirdo I am would describe myself as depressed or a nerd or mute. Yes. I know these are typical images but people wouldnt go as far to say them out loud. I didn't finish though. I would also describe myself as a white crayon. No one goes around describing themselves as an inanimate object children play with. Well... sort of play with. Im a white crayon because I'm the one no one picks. No one loves. I'm the one in a corner, out of the way minding my own business watching all of the others be chosen to do their job and express their beauty. You can't use a white crayon on white paper, now can you? I'll always be alone, with these venomous thoughts swarming in my head. I'll always be bullied. I'll always have a bit of the other crayons colors left on me from when they touched me. When they said hurtful things and left a bruise on my emotions. I'm just... there.
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The White Crayon (Larry Stylinson)
Hayran KurguI'm scared. I just moved to a new school and I know that I am going to be made fun of. I'm mute and I am super awkward around people and I get bullied a lot. I'm used to it though. I have depression and I am abused by my parents. Oh, and I'm gay...
