"Dododo." I said. I had nothing to do so I kick a rock. A rock, nothing special about a rock. Like me, I'm a rock, no one cares or treats me like a 15 year old. "Am I special?" I ask myself. But I already know the answer. It's not like in minutes people are going to rush towards me yelling at the top of their lunges.
Todays my birthday. I'm not happy, my mom never gives me parties, or cake and ice cream so everyone forgot my birthday. I got myself a bunch of flowers in a cup with water and placed it in my room on my desk.Everyday every year is the same, horrible, but no one knows.
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Differences Are The Same
Non-FictionHe's shy but she's different. Will he keep her or will she fly away.
