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Title as yet undertermined, if u want more, ill give it a name

im gonna start writing a book idea down, let me know if its anygood or you want to keep reading

he sat in the classroom, uncomfortable in the plastic chair, he ignored the teacher completely, bored with whatever was going on up on the projector. Nobody passed him notes, or whispered to him, no one invited him to parties, or sleepovers, no, he had no friends. It was not because of anything particular about him, he wasnt rude, and he did not go out of his way to make anyone miserable, no, people just didnt like him. He was just a misfit, no other word for it. He sat by himself at lunch, outside the cafeteria, he was afraid to talk to people, afraid that they would make fun of him. After school he wandered the town, never making eye contact with anyone, his head always towards the ground, as looking for conversation with peoples shoes. It was, however, while staring at the ground that he found the thing that would change his life, in an old house, overgrown with weeds, he found a large brown cardboard box

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