Lonely

A young boy walks down the road with a glassy look in his eyes. His clothes hung off his malnourished body, like a child wearing their parents clothes. Surrounding him where mutters of monster and death threats, and murderous glares pierced the air around the young boy. Parents pulled their children into their sides, trying to shield them from the monster in their village. Some adults had the gull to throw small stones, in hopes that the boy would trip from the objects which peppered his body. In this large village there was nobody willing to help the boy. The boy who was called a monster. The boy who knew not of reasoning of the harsh words and actions against him.
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This is my first story so don't expect it to be great. 👍