When i was a small child my world was new.nothing was wrong with this world....But the older i got i realized people were mean i was bulled so much my parents had to hide me. I cant face the world unless i fit there standards.And that is hard,i am poor not that good looking.Only people that had to grow up with responsibility.if you felt the way i did it like taking fire from all directions.the story you are about to read is deep and contains most my life so read at your own risk.but i will say for this final line is we are the Outcasts.
YOU ARE READING
The outcast
RandomThis story is deep so if you have a problem with that sorry read ill update every day
