Long Lost Friends

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Years Earlier!!

"Look at that freak over there" A group of kids had been pointing and laughing at a little boy that swung on the nearby swings, he wore a hood and kept his head down not daring to look up at the group that laughed. I felt bad for the young boy, he seemed to be around my age. I took ahold of a small jagged stick and picked at the group of boys who left yelling at them to leave him alone, I had fought with the same group before as they were notorious bullies. "Leave that poor boy alone did your mothers not teach you any manners!" They looked at me and scoffed not really amused at my stick or words. The tallest one, a brown haired boy with what seemed to be a permanent snarl on his face pushed me back a little as if to taunt me or scare me away. "Why are you defending him, do you even know this little runt?" He glared down at me and even though we were all kids he made me feel small and feeble. I held a strong stance and pointed to the group of moms that sat a good ways away packing things into their cars. "If I was you I would go help your mommy and leave us alone." I glared at him and grinned when the group of older women called them over laughing at their own stories and jokes, I could see him hesitate before scoffing and walking off yelling to his friends to follow.

I turned and looked at the boy who had now looked up a little as if more interested in what was happening, I could see his blueish hair poke out from the hood and his crimson eyes peered into my e/c ones. He was fascinating and I wanted to get to know him better. Making friends was something I took pride in especially as I strutted over to him and stuck my hand out with the intention of him shaking it. He only stared blankly before speaking with a raspy voice, as if he needed water. "I can't shake your hand, you shouldn't even be near me. I'm a freak don't you get it!" I was surprised by his outburst and dropped my hand slowly pausing for a moment.

I smiled at him and slightly understood how he felt. I was always considered a freak since I didn't have any abilities like the other kids I grew up around,
*the rest is in the works still*

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