Sorry for the long delay between posting of stories, but I’ve taken a break from, the great war, and started a new story. I well try to get the next one out soon but I don’t know, I’m also trying something new from the great war. Hope you like it and as all way, please rate and post feedback.

I was 10 when I noticed that, I was different from the other children, I could do things that they could not. I could imagine thing that they could not , and I could also see thing that were not mean’t to be.

The first time that I noticed that something was not right was when I was playing with the other kids, I saw something that they could not see, I was telling every one that I saw a giant lizard fly through the sky, I also said that I saw a small man with a pot of gold running around trying to find a place to put it.

The teachers thought that I had no friends and was doing this to get attention and try to make Friends, well I had no friends I had some offers to be friends, but I could not stand to be around them, or anyone for that fact.

The next time that I noticed when something was wrong was when I turned 12, I was drawing a picture of something that I could only describe as being a man on fire, battling a big fish that looked like a octopus, but had shark teeth.

The next time that I know something was wrong was when I turned 15, my parents and two sibiling went out and left me at home to look after the dog, of courses I don’t like to leave the house unless I need to.

It was a few minutes later that I heard the front door open, thiking it was just my parents coming back as they forgotten something, I got back to playing my game.