Year One: March


The daily outings had begun again. While this cheered him up a good deal, Tom couldn't help but feel slightly betrayed about the one day that he had to remain inside. While it might have been silly of him, he didn't think of it as such. To him, he was the most important thing in the world. In his head, he was clearly superior to the people he was surrounded by, and he believed that they should cater to his whims and fancies.

He was different. He was special. Unfortunately, even at that age, he had an inkling of that.