This is expected to be an infinently running story, depending on my laziness levels, no spoilers! Enjoy! (First Person) If your only into short stories beware, if not prepare for a ride!
Freak. Freak. Freak. That is my name isnt it? No, but it starts to feel like it. My real name is Dean but who cares? Not the world, thats for sure.
It was just an average shity day, until something seemingly uplifting happened... "seemingly". As i was walking through the hall to one of my senior classes, i was greeted by the principle. Oh boy what does this witch want now.
"Hey dean, i know what your thinking is not good, but i have taken consideration of your feelings, dont say for once because i mean it. I have funded for you to see a Psychologist, and its not that type that treats crazy! She wants to help guide you to finding hobbies, and possibly lead up to friends!"
"I know how many times you screwed with me, and thought nothing more, what should make you respectable now"
"Ughhh i knew i created this ego for myself very recently, well just take the card, i know what lead to your emotions dean"
I watched the crazy women walk away and as usual bowed my head in self pitty. As i walked into the class was the chant Freak,Freak,Freak ...
After another shity class i went home and stared at the ceiling from my bed. Not like my mom cared as much of me as a dead fly in the sink for all i know. Eventually some time later i grabbed the credentials of the Psychologist and headed that way. The building was actually closer then i thought, a relief to my twig like body. I was white, about 5 10, and 18 years old, typical but not great. At the front the building was a sign that was scratched up and an old metal door, almost enough to veer me away, but curiosity i guess always kills the cat...
If you enjoyed the first chapter, great, dont worry, there will be a flood of tf's soon. I will end my sidenote rants here, and continue the rest of the story, no worries!