It's happening again, the dreams. They're like flashbacks that I don't remember. Mom says it's just stress and anxiety from school. Also she thinks it's my iron side of my head messing with my dreams, but I don't believe it. Half of my body is solid iron , mechanic , and technology. Which really helps my social life at school. No one likes me, they call me a piece of junk, loser, and some other not nice things. But hey that's what I get for be different and unique as my mother tells me. The other kids think I'm dangerous and nothing but a feelings less robot without a heart.
The only person who is my friend besides my sister is Gerard the home operating system that's in everyone's house in the whole city of Carwell. I don't think I have had a friend since..... I can't remember if I did , or anything from a couple years ago. It's all a blur that I know that can be washed away , but how? I'm probably the coolest person on Earth and wouldn't even know, that would show them.
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Science FictionThe bus was shaking. I heard them screaming.......two ears. The road, the buildings cracking. I saw them ........two eyes. I felt my sister clinging onto me screaming my name, what is my name? I held stronger .....two hands. I know what's going on...
