Chapter 1

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Hi I am Mackenzee, but everyone that knows me will call me Mac. The only people that really call me that though are my mom, dad, brother, and some teachers. Nobody really sees the world like I do. I see things backwards, like
we are the other side. I fear fear.

I picture fear as one reason to try harder. I mean if you are always scared, what can you do. I also look at things differently, but I don't thing anyone cares about me, like at all. Kids push and shove and a teacher even counted me absent once and I was the loudest one in the class to yell "HERE!" I jut don't really know why I'm not seen, but I sometimes I think they see me but pretend I'm not there.

My mom even called the police one night thinking I wasn't home because she couldn't find when me and my bother were playing hide'n'go'seek and he had given up without telling me. My own family even forgets me! I don't try getting lost, because I can just do that in my own home.

Why am I so lost in this world, why does nobody care about me, why am I so lonely? I think the world has given up on me completely and I just going to let me die off. I mean if the world wanted me here, don't you think it would of found me already.

I told you earlier about how I am always wondering about different thing well I am always wondering about my reflection.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 01, 2015 ⏰

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