Just a note that I have never wrote a story before and my grammar sucks so please ignore mistakes. I also like leaving little details for you the reader to interpret to make the story feel more your own. There will also be some third person-
11:29am July 3rd-
Why do is still bother to waking myself up everyday, I think to myself as I yawn and get out of bed. It's not like anything new ever happens in this crummy old town. But maybe that will change once I go to high school I ponder .I get out of bed to check my phone. It reads 11:34am July 3rd. "Well may as well head down stairs for some food" I grumble and leave my room and trudge down the hall downstairs for a meal.
(3rd person)
His parents, who both work in the medical industry have both already left for work, so he was home alone besides for his chubby orange tabby cat named Oscar.
What to eat today? I wonder as I look for some grub in the fridge. All I could find was a near empty jug of OG and a couple dozen green grapes. I shrug and quickly gobble up the grapes and chug the rest of the OG strait out of the carton before chucking the empty jug back in the fridge. "Why bother going to the trash can when someone else can do it for you?" I say, "It's not that I'm super lazy or anything it's just that I've lost the motivation to do stuff around here." Some days I don't even want to wake up I think miserably to myself. All I want is a real friend and not some some guy who uses me for personal gain or bullies the hell out of me. I stumble back upstairs and puts on my usual clothing style, pants or shorts, a bit to long for myself, and a plain t-shirt with a hoodie. I sit my bed for a bit contemplating. Why do people avoid me? I'm not that weird am I? Sure I like Gacha and read and game but those aren't to weird right? What is it about me, my clothes, my coin collection, my looks? I just don't understand why everyone hates me. All of these thoughts flash through my mind in a split second and a small tear wells up in the corner of my eye only to be immediately batted away. I immediately bring my face back to that neutral emotionless expression I almost always wear. I finally get back off my bed and go back down the stairs to my garage to get my bike.
(3rd person)
Like usual, his plan is to just bike around the neighbourhood, only this time, something might change, maybe this time things might be more than just another day.
-Thatboisnake
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Just another day
General Fiction(Unfinished) Dan is a 14 year old good hearted guy with anxiety issues and a troubled passed of being bullied and put down constantly. The summer just begun and Dan is hoping that high school could be a fresh start. The problem? Dan is considered a...
