My name is Angelious, and I am not normal. There is something about me that no one knows and I wish didn't exist. I am 17 years old and live in a small apartment in Barry's Bay, Ontario. I go to highschool just outside of the town. I don't remember much before six years ago, so I don't know who my family is or if I even had one. I didn't ask for this, but then again, who would? To be in a world you can't remember anything about. To be forced to try and live normally, in constant fear someone with find out and I will be taken back there, the place where this all started, the place where my life was taken from me.
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'It's been a year since that day,' I thought as I got ready for the day. It was Saterday. So I had to get to work. I do jobs around the town to make money to keep the apartment and eat. I don't make that much but it is better than nothing. I put on an black hoodie that went down to my knees and a pair of sweat pants, despite it being the end of August, and left the apartment to go do some jobs.
After mowing a few lawns and and a few other things I decided to get something to eat. I walked to a small café not to far from where I was and got a sandwich and coffee. I looked around the café after paying for my order and see an unoccupied booth in the far corner. I get my order and sit. I check the time and see that it three o'clock. I finish my meal and quickly count the money I had collected. I decided to go grocery shopping for the week and started walking to the store.
As I walked I started feeling uncomfortable, which wasn't uncommon. After I finished at the store I walked back to the apartment and put the groceries away, the sense of discomfort growing. I jog to the woods at the edge of town and look around to make sure no one will see me. I enter the woods and run to the large field filled with yellow flowers. I take off my hoodie and already feel slightly better, but I hate it. I hate that every day I have to come out here. That is need to do this, to further prove that I will never be normal, that I will never fit in. A light wind blows and rustles my brown hair. I feel more relaxed. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
I take a deep breath and slowly unfurl my wings.
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A World Only We Know
General FictionIn the world we live in there are people. Normal people we see on the street. Normal people with normal lives. People who can do anything. People who you read about in the news, heros who you recognize, celebrities you love. People you know about. ...
