It all started a month ago, these feelings that became so unreal. Everyone looked at me as though I was an outlandish creature from another realm. I never did anything to them, other than be myself. You see it all started about three years ago when I noticed something peculiar about myself. I was changing, rapidly. I no longer enjoyed the things any teenage boy would be accustomed to; therefore, I was labeled as an outcast. It's not an easy thing losing the people you love. Some even go to the extent of going insane. I mean being lonely isn't easy, but in the end I'd rather have actual friends then ones who don't like me who for I am. The world revolves around every living thing on this planet. These living things are constantly changing for both the good and the bad. Me, well lets just say I'm undecided for now.

Three long years ago I was an ordinary child dependent on my daily routine. Waking up then going to school, gossiping here and there, going home and starting homework finally eating dinner and going to bed. Not exciting, but there really isn't much to the life of an average seventh grader. I guess it all began when I made that one poor decision which went against the popular decision. I mean, I saw absolutely nothing wrong with it, but according to most people it wasn't the transcendent thing to accomplish.

I was an average academic student. My strong point always being sciences. I never was good at English, probably failing a few decent times as I grew up. Over time, I matured and began to realize the world within the knowledge they taught us. Reading between the lines of the colorless text they forced us bare year after year. Grasping the decency which needed to be inferred and realizing that these forced upon novels were not just that of a text, but in fact an opus. Honestly if I had once realized this at the time, I would be in a far more extravagant place which I am sitting in now.

Imagining the things that could have happened, the things that have happened, and the things that will happen are beyond the most deviating reality. In the end, I suppose everything happens for a reason. Not everyone is meant to fit in with everyone else, and I by far do not. In the end, everyone does serve a purpose. Whether or not I know mine, only time will tell.

They say one choice can affect you for the rest of your life. I suppose these people are correct. Those who govern us can not control the inevitable, yet alone control our or their fates. It comes down to the decisions we make. Whether we make them unknowingly, or flat-out make them known, these are what governs us. We cannot amend them like our forefathers chose with their declaration, we can only live. When faced with a decision, we don't have time to think only time to act. When placed in the hands of the wrong person, many things can go unsound. If a child at a young age is faced with a decision and unknowingly accepts, you can expect things to go perverse.

It was late one night, home alone as usual, and I decided to go for a walk. It was a rather cold evening with an ominous aura. Being a day in mid-April, this was a rather odd experience. We didn't live to far north, just mid-center of the state of Maryland. Still, it was rather unfit for it to be this temperature. As I turned the corner of Ingleside and Frederick Avenue, I noticed something oddly incredulous. Usually at midnight, the streets would be dead to the point of no continuance. In fact, on this night, they were not even close. The streets were lined with cars. What was so suspicious about this scene was that they were not moving. The people on the streets stood still as if they were lying dead. Not a leaf did fall, nor did the rain which was proposed to hit us this very night. It was all just an unknowing form of insanity in my eyes. What was going on was an absurd vision. It was abstract and unreal. I was dreaming. It had to be a dream. Was it a dream?

This was in fact not a dream. How did I know, well I will tell you. In that very moment a man came from out of the shadows behind the Bluegrass store. The first thing I noticed were his glistening blue eyes. They were the texture of a crystal ball glaring at me from afar. Piercing my eyes. From this one quick glance, I felt a connection.

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Interesting but I feel you need to introduce your hook much sooner. I really enjoy writing myself. You need to pull your readers in and i didn't feel you drew me in quick enough. I like your writing style though and I don't think you should neglect this project. Well done.

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I loved it Wayne. :D I like the sophisticated vocabulary that you used but I think there needs to be a better balance between the common words and the more complex ones. I think if you use all complex the reader gets kind of stuck in a grid lock where they have to think about the definition before they can move on and by the time they do there's another one. But it was really good. Seriously. You wrote a great hook. I want to read more. :D

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