a Place in a World

Chapter 1

I looked up from my drawing pad out my window, wondering if I could ever find somewhere I belonged.

People always looked at me like I had two heads, or pink eyes, or...

they looked at me like I was a freak.

I'd never known why. maybe it was because I was slightly autistic, or maybe it was because they knew I was bipolar. maybe it was because I took so many medicines that I looked sickly on the outside.

I looked in my mirror. I looked fine, at least to myself.

I honestly have no clue why everybody looked at me weird.

I sighed, and looked at my drawing. It was of a wolf, a turquoise wolf that I had been working on.

speaking of wolves, I sometimes believed I was one.

I could draw wolves better than anyone in any of my classes at school, I could make the impersonation of a wolf that was so lifelike that my little brother, who has the best memory than any of my other family members, believed that when I howled, the wind rustled the trees and all the birds in the trees chirped at my arrival.

I wished I was a wolf.

that was one wish I would never forget.