*Sylen*
I always knew I was born to do something to make the world different.
It was sad for me because I always wanted magical powers.
Most of the time I fantasized about being important.
I ususally pretended to be able to make things burst into flames just by thinking.
I always wanted to know that people depended on me.
I was twelve years old when it happened.
(Part of)
.:Chapter One:.
The smell of burning rubber reaches my nose.
My eyes pop open.
I look around...my whole house was in flames.
I didnt have to wait for anyone, because I lived alone.
This was just a deserted building of my choice.
I had lived alone since my mother,Selena died.
I never called her mother... she treated me worse than the jerk off buisness men...
The only time I ever got food is when I went to the back of a resturaunt and ate out of the trash cans.
Its tough out here in New York.
Especially for someone my age.
The only clothes I wore were old,smelly,and ripped.
I got them when I was seven.
Im just thankful I dont have to walk around naked anymore.
Ive only been mugged once, and then the thugs decided I didnt have any money, so they took my clothes.
I was alone, cold, and naked.
My mother stole some clothes and Ive worn them since.
I always wished a knight in shining armor would rescue me.
Fortunately..... It happened. |
Submission Name: Small part from a book im writing
