He wished he was different. Talented. He wished he was special. He never spoke out. He never hurt anyone. He was always somewhere else. His mind tended to wander. He didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. He was different, just not the good kind. From a young age he knew he was different. He liked learning, he just couldn’t seem to stay focused to do so. He wanted to be someone. Ever since he read Percy Jackson, and Harry Potter. He wanted to be like them. But, now that he was in highschool, he had lost all hope of that happening. He was always bullied. He was the unpopular kid, the undesirable. He didn’t have a family, or didn’t know them at least. He was weak. He was in the lacrosse team. That seemed to be the only thing that he was good at. He was a peculiar child. He never was really one to speak. He always just nodded his head. He loved sci-fi. Especially when he was a kid. He didn’t say his name. They just called him “kid”. He was always at school, so that he could walk home. That was his escape. Walking, running, swimming. Anything that involved fire. He only had one friend, and acquaintance. He was taller. He was faster. He was… better. He made Thomas feel terrible about himself, even more so than usual. Especially when it came to school. Anything academic. He had straight A’s while Thomas had, nothing.…show more content… Amazing lands, so vivid. Almost as if the were a touch away. Almost as if they were really there. He dreamed about them, he loved them. He loved dreaming up new lands, new creatures. Except for when he thought up something terrible, then he wasn’t so thrilled. He always had an extravagant imagination, a wild one. One that never seemed to sleep. It would pop up at random times, which wasn’t good for Thomas. He never wanted it to end, the images. He found solace in them. He always did, even as a child. That was the only thing that seemed to care about him; his mind. But that was going to
