Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. I just wrote down some ideas before I forgot them forever and regretted it.

Broken

"Freak."
"Weirdo."
"Retard."
The words echoed through Ricky's head. Why were kids so mean? Just because he was different didn't mean he was weird or a freak. Who cares anyway? He didn't. He also didn't need friends. One day he would show them, he would show them all. He'd show them who 'Freaky-Ricky-Weirdo' really was. But right now he had to go burn his sister's homework. Fire was he only friend, it was all he needed.