I sat in the closet crying. My best friend, Alex, was with me trying to comfort me.
"It's okay," he said in a soft voice, "I'm here for you," I tried to call down, but I couldn't. Ones I considered mu friends never talked to me. Alex was there and a few other people but they didn't matter to everyone else, just me. I stood up with Alex after I stopped crying. I peaked out the door making sure no one was there. I exited the janitors closet and headed off to my locker. I grabbed my bag and started walking home. I stayed away from other kids, only my close friends get me. But their opinion doesn't matter, after all, my only friends are imaginary.
Sup guys, I thought of this idea on the buss home from school, I wanted to see if others wanted to see this story and if you have any ideas l, then tell me, I'll be happy to try some short stories. Yes this story will he shorter because I'm more focused on my Seraph of the End story. I'll see you later, byeeee!!!!
