Just living in Arkansas feels so much better than it used to, probably because there are more people like me here. Not everyone here is the same, yet I'm not singled out! Some people in Alaska got mad when I'd ask why I was the weird one when everyone else looked like they had a plague! I'm sorry that I can't seem to get a grip on their weird ways!
I always kinda hated leaving the house. People would stare at my eye and neck when I was in public. I'd just order my normal order at a restaurant with some friends ( my good bud, 6 everyone would question why I'd just order the meat raw. It's not that bad! People eat raw fish all the time, plus it's a family tradition! Anything "cooked" hurts my stomach anyway.
Oh! Also, I met my old friend again. However, he looked scared when he saw me. According to him, my skin was too gray to be normal, but it's been like that forever. We just kinda assumed I had a skin condition, but I could never really tell. My left eye was kinda useless to see, but I have a color perception issue in my right eye.
I miss him whenever he wasn't a tad frightened or concerned for my health. It's not like I had cancer or anything that I knew of. To be honest, I kinda liked him. Maybe we would've gotten together if I hadn't moved. I should ask him about that later.
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Mold in the City
Science FictionDoyle, a youngster in a small town in the US, is a troubled kid who despises most of his neighbors. He notices how the others in his town look at him weirdly, yet they are the ones that are horribly disfigured, or at least that's what Doyle thinks.
