"Bye, bye!"
The door slammed in my face. I sighed lightly. The orphanage needed money, and no one wanted to adopt the 'red-eyed devil' anyways.
And I say fuck them. They were hell to grow up with anyways. I strolled onto the bus, not having any belongings but the clothes on my back.
I got injected with a weird liquid, then sat down in the very back. Some little kid took the seat I wanted, but I didn't complain for the time being.
I took out a cigarette only to remember the orphanage's headmaster took my lighter. I glared at the building through the window as we began to drive off.
My hands felt warm and I looked down to see my cigar was lit. I didn't think much of it as I brought the cancer stick to my mouth.
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How to Create a Better World
FantasyEleven children who have never met. A school trying to create a dimension, missing one thing. This is a story of romance, magic, danger. This is a story that will blow your heart away. "Tell me child, where do you go when you die in a dimension yo...
