I was thirteen when I first realized that I had some type of super natural abilities that I couldn't really Hey explain. During middle school I would try to make friends, but that was thrown right back in my face and let's just say shit hit the fan. Not literally, but it got ugly. That's was when I first found out that had powers.
By the time to got older I became depressed, I felt alone. I don't have anybody else to talk so which is kinda the reason why I got this little red notebook to write in. I guess I use it to cope with my loneliness. These powers that I have, I don't want them. Their the reason that why I don't have friends. I don't know why it chose me out of everyone else in the world. I wish it to disappear every night before I go to sleep only to wake up disappointed. There's no cure for it so what else are my options?
Finally putting down my life written down only using a couple of sentences. I say the book in my dresser under all my underwear. I know it's an over the top place but I like to do it just in someone gets nosy. I set my alarm on my iPhone 5s and prayed that I would hear it in the morning. I fell onto my king size bed and rolled around on it until I was able to get the cover on me. I turned my lamp off and let my room be engulfed in darkness. The last thing that I thought about before I closed my else was how I was gonna deal with another lonely and bully infested day. With that on my mind I shut my eyes and called it a night.
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Teen FictionHi, I'm Cole. I'm a gay loner purposely on accident. I have abilities that I haven't quite gotten used to, bully issues, and my one and only friend named Ryan who doesn't know that I have a crush on him. •Early warnings• Its a gay book if you don't...
