Love in Being Different: Ch. 2
The street was quiet on my way home. The sun had already set and the moon was illuminating the land around me. I had only been walking for an hour, but it felt like an eternity. I was breathing inconsistently, often forgetting that I needed to. My...
Love in Being Different: Ch. 1
"Hey! Kid! Are you getting off or what?!" said the bus driver at me. I hadn't noticed that we were already at school. I was spacing out again; I tend to do that a lot. "Well?" he persisted. "Uh. Y-yeah!" I said, picking up my backpack and heading...