The Fan [First Person Point Of View]

"I was laying down on the top bunk bed as usual, gazing around my room as there was nothing interesting to do. A small sigh escaped from my lips, questioning myself to why I was given such a boring life. It was a Saturday, 6:30 pm eastern pacific time. As usual I was on my phone creating another story for my amusement. Contemplating on how I should create the story I wanted to write. People have told me that I had a gift in writing, that I had the ability to paint a picture using words which implanted a scene into my reader's brain. I was wearing red shorts that had black and white stripes at the side along with a simple T-shirt. Nothing special, in fact in my personal opinion..my life was not fun at all. I had a few friends but I was close with this one kid at my school, it wasn't that I was anti-social. It was just that I did not want to deal with having snakes in my circle. Besides my gift for writing I had an interest in making music or perhaps specialize in creating songs one day. You know, to put my talent into good use instead of wasting it away inside of a room shared with three other boys. I was the youngest in the household, I was 15 years old and the rest were older than me. It's not really that bad being in foster care, I would chat with my birth mother from time to time. We would facetime and call each other when we did not have any visits."