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Hey everyone. So I decided to write a new story, and this is what I came up with. I hope you all like it. It's about a boy named Kyle who'se 14 years old and feels out of place in the world. Here's the first chapter. I'll write another one soon. I havent thought of a title for it. Anyways.
Much Love.
~Josh~
Chapter 1
Blank stares, it’s all the same. Everyday is like the last. Nothing ever changes. It’s always the same. Then again, living in a small town, no friends will do that to you. My name’s Kyle. I have insomnia. It’s not really a disease, but a relief. I can hear what people say everyday, whether I want to or not. I cannot sleep, but that’s okay. As I said, nothing changes.
My house is on the other side of the creek. It’s nothing special, just another place to crash until the Social Services comes to pick me up again. It’s been like this my whole life, moving from place to place. I’ve survived, despite the nasty name calling, and the obnoxious people trying to be my friend. I’ve always been astounded by that word. I’m not sure what it means. I don’t know a lot, after all, I’m only 14. People say I’m mature for my age. I tend to always be the quiet one in classes. I find them very boring.
This year I have Math, Science, Phys. Ed, and Computers for the first semester. High school is so boring. I suppose it’s supposed to be boring. The teachers are lame, and the students annoy me. I’m a little anti-social I guess you could say. Nothing’s sparked my interest yet.
‘Kyle, could you answer the question please.’
I stand up with the book in my hand, getting my thoughts back into the room. ‘Sure’
‘The correct way to get from Point A to Point B, taking into account the distance, the speed the person is walking, and the current time, it would take such a person 15 minutes to get from this school to McDonalds and still have time for lunch.’
‘That is correct Kyle. You may sit down.’
So I sat down, in my seat, the same seat I’ve been sitting in for two months. School is so boring..
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The school bell had rung, and so it was time to go home. Usually while I made my way home, I received comments from people who had nothing better to do. Comments that were mean, not that it bothered me. I was used to it. It was a daily routine to pick at the ‘new kid’ in class. I suppose I was growing up in a way, as everyone does, but then again, does everyone really grow up?
I arrived at my home. It was empty, as usual. There were wooden floors, and a fireplace in the living room. I spend most of my time at the fireplace, writing in my journal about anything I may find interesting. And when nothing interests my, I draw. I like drawing. It keeps me from being bored.
Aside from the fireplace, I have my own room. It’s a small room. There’s a bed in the top-left corner as well as a small table with a chair in the middle of the room. On the table, there’s a lamp, which I use for reading when it’s late into the night. Since I can’t sleep, I have to find something to keep myself occupied. I have my own MP3 player, with songs on it that I find interesting. My room has a window as well. I love looking at the stars at night. It’s something I actually like to do. Whether I’m happy or sad, my expression on my face doesn’t change. It’s always the same.
I decide to go to ‘sleep’ for the night and wait for another morning to come.
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
Messages: 4729
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Well, where is this chapter?
I see the little, half page teaser but there is no link to the chapter itself....
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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At times you can be really cruel Marc..
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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John..
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Toe is in the water |
Registered: March 2008
Messages: 56
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Hi josh,
As we have said there are nice people and people that perhaps are not so nice, that is life it wont change, but we can choose our freinds, amd you are my freind, and what a wonderful brain you have, thinking is so healthy. 
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Thank you John.
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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The beginning of this tale is a very nice base on which to build a beautiful story. Don't let anyone discourage you from continuing Josh.
your friend always
~aqua~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
Messages: 4729
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Sorry,
I was serious.... i thought there was more.....
Get a freaking grip won't ya......
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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