I twist and throw out my arms, feeling the warm air around me I leap and aim for the stars, knowing I am stuck on the ground. I block out the noises and random object flying past me. Occasionally hitting me they hurt, I guess that is what you get for being different. Unwanted.
My tattered clothes help me cool down, the frozen coke someone threw is also helping but it is becoming really sticky. My feet are cold and I almost slip but thankfully I have good balance.
(A/N- why can I never write happy things??)
-Carrot
I will update this.. My brain is sort of empty right now.
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RandomThis story has absolutely no plan and is completely off the top of my head. Lets see how well this goes.