In case you missed the fact that I am posting this on rather then making a new feature film I do not own any part of Gundam Wing its characters and make no profit from my torture of them.
This story is a free write for my English class that was started when no stories were published lately gave me the addiction fix I needed. I apologize in advance for my abuse of the English language, and am going to point out that if I was good at writing I wouldn't be taking writing classes. I have no idea what the actual rating is going to be however as this is far from finished so to be safe I am going with R to be on the safe side. Ah well this is more an intro then anything else so far and as it is done during the seven minute in class session postings will continue to be small. Ah well as my first story ever please review, it could be your advice that helps me figure out exactly where I want to go.
As he walked into the cafeteria he could already see that this day was going to be just another replica of the past weeks. Students had already began to spread out as they saw him approach directing his path to the always empty table at the back of the room. Even if there had been no other seats available he was sure that that table would forever remain empty just for him. A sign of his true place in the society of this school. Of all things what bothered him the most was that he never understood what he had done to garner the honor of this table. When the war had ended he had decided to remain anonymous not coming out like so many other pilots had but instead behave like any other student his own age. He decided to make up for the childhood that he had never had by attending school. Having no parents of his own he had immediately enrolled at one of the many private schools open to the general public. His hacked funs more then covered the tuition and boarding costs and he had figured that the atmosphere would be more conducive to studying and being able to focus on his studies of everyday life. For less then a week everything had been fine, carefully starting at the beginning of the school year he was just another new arrival. Soon after that he couldn't help notice that students began to separate themselves from him. To veer off when they saw him in halls and leave rooms shortly after his arrival. As he had heard no word of his identity spreading he could attribute this to nothing except his own lack of facial expressions. Even now that he war was over he found himself still unable to open up, to laugh freely with the other students. From childhood the idea that a soldier was always on duty always watching, and that showing emotions was a sign of weakness and an opening for the enemy to exploit.
Ah well thoughts so far? Trash it or Continue?