Today at school it was extremely bad, all my supposed "friends" turned against me and made fun of me. It made me feel like a puppy that had been left out in the wild. Sometimes I just want to punch one of them in the face. I know I couldn't because I am short and skinny. My punch would be as if someone had gotten a piece of paper and thrown it at their backside. It wouldn't hurt much it would just be a nuisance. Sometimes I have that feeling of hopelessness and just want to run away from everything and not have to worry about it.
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The Journal of Ian Schmidt (Day 3)
ActionThis is a fictional story that I got inspired to write after I watched a video on alternate history pertaining to the Cold War. This is the first of many parts. I am still writing and fact-checking many parts of this story so expect more soon. The...
