He was a Christian, I was a freak.

It was simple.

They all knew it from the time I moved here, but i knew it as soon as i got my prosthetic.

I was a little kid who lost his mom, but nobody bothered with that part. They just saw my "face" and labeled me the local freak show.

In nockfell, I have friends. Larry, ash, Todd, maple, and chug. Nobody other than them liked me but they didn't hate me. Nobody except him.

God how Travis hated me, he fucking hates me with his whole body heart and soul.

I don't mind him tho, he's had a hard life. It doesn't excuse his actions but I get it. Travis isn't that bad, he's just upset and mad at the world.

Class is slow today, that's why I'm writing in my notebook instead of paying attention. It's nice to write, I like writing.