I was thinking today, why do people think every one is different. Why do people have to judge you by the way you apear to them. What gives them that right. It's time for the stories to unfold.
Sitting in a quite room fild with sun light. The light touches your skin softly. I wonder if the place today will ever change, change by not judging but how do you stop that sort of thing. This doesn't make sense. I'm righting down what ever comes to mind. Thus is it. It's all I got.
I get up from the chair to head to the park to go sit on the swings.
Jarvis saw me head to the door. Where you going? To the park. Okay Johnny be careful. Don't find any soces while you at it.
I headed to the park. I drag my legs behind me with my hands in my pocket. I see a rock so I kicked that around a bit.
Later on I make it to the park were there was no one. I honestly why they built a park. There's no kids here. I sat on the squeaky swing. That's when I heard a quiet voice. But it wasn't just a voice, it was a girl voice.
(Sorry for a short chapter but I hope you all will like next chapter. I made this short thought you might want an update.)
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greaser
Teen Fictionpeople think greaser are nasty prices of trash, but really were all the same if you think about it. I guess people label each other cause they don't want to be similar.
