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Stories I have created.

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Quince was your normal aged teenage boy, loved to hang with friends. Life was good, nothing happened much in his life other than him staying alive and getting past school. School we say? School was difficult for him, being bullied since he was the slightest bit different. Different hair, eyes, and skin.

Will he Survive?

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Quince's alarm went off, making him shaken. Quince yawned, and stretched. He stood, making his way to his walk in closet. Looking in the mirror he see's himself. Very light skin, blue-ish white-ish long hair, bright yellow eyes. New school new me. He thought to himself, he grabbed a white t-shirt and white shorts. As he changed himself he looked in the mirror once again, this time disgusted. Placing a smile on his face, he turned and walked out. Quince grabbed his shoes and socks before putting them on. Everything he wore was straight white, even his clear book bag. Quince sighed, he crossed his finger. Before he knew it he was in the middle of the hallway, catching stares already. It made his shaken and frightened. How would everyone feel about someone, who looked a bit different from others. He was surprised to see someone walking up to him. He got nervous. "Morning Sir!" She bowed, "I'm here to direct you to the office and help you find classes." She smiled brightly. Yet. . something about her was off.
Quince couldn't wrap his head around it. "Thanks." Quince said with a softened grin. As time went on Quince followed the female, looking around the school. It was huge, very huge. His eyes sparkled, he then smiled. A new start. . He thought.