as some of you have said here is the story based on my real experiences.. LOL not all the parts but some of them. hope you like and continue to read!
He stares at the boy in front of him. A fool he was, just standing there acting like he was cool. He glares at the boy through narrowed deep brown eyes. His eyes usually displayed no emotion. He was his own person. He didn’t need any of these fools. He was his own person and always would be. He would never need another.
“Who do you like?” questions the boy.
“I do like her,” he says to him for the first time ever talking to someone else.
“Marisol? Really?” the boy questions back at him.
“She’s different than everyone else here,” he replies not looking at the other.
“Obviously. She’s not one of us,” he says glaring at the him.
“And what makes someone “one of us”? he asks raising an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?” asks the other boy confused.
“Exactly,” he says with a satisfactory smile and turns and walks away.
chapter one on page two