Hi
My name is Tyler, Tyler Joseph, your average fourteen-year-old, well except for one thing: I have a condition, one that no doctor has explanation for: my hands look like they've been painted black. No one knows why, it's just the way it is.
And as you could imagine, school life isn't exactly easy... I'm just this random kid, wearing my black skinny jeans and a red beanie with my hands tucked into my black hoodie's pockets.
The mysterious boy who doesn't talk to any one... You know... the one with the weird hands... That's me
I don't like it when everyone is trying to put you in a little box with a nice little label on it, but I can't escape it, and just learned to 'roll with it', which isn't always as easy...
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I would hide my condition, but it's not easy - they're my hands, I write in school, I talk using hand gestures, it's not easy... at all. Of all the places on my body where I could've had this, why my hands??
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Tyler put the pen down and put his new little black book under his matress. He bought it on the way home from school. He discovered if he wrote his feelings down he felt better, for a while at least...
After a while, he headed downstairs and poured himself a drink, ran up to his room again, shutting his door, and then pulled something out from under his bed, that no one - not even his parents - know of.
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So what do you guys think? It's probably not the best fic out there, but I try, and would appreciate it of you read further! •• First chapter and all ready a cliff hanger 😏😏😏 MWAHAHAHA
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The Boy with the Abnormal Condition
General FictionTyler is an average boy, fourteen years of age, but he has a condition that none of the doctors have an explanation for... He has hands that look like they've been painted black
