#ibradioactivity

A skinny boy stood next to the yard of an orphange, his eyes were big and pale grey, he had sharp nose and black hair. He was looking out- to the other side of the yard from his point of wiew- to freedom. “Why am I still here, eating worst food on earth and slowly dying from radioactivity?” he thaught: “This orphange and my shitty school are burrying my potencial, and there is nothing I can do about it.”His hands cramped up in fists and he slowly walked to orphange-it was dinner time.