I'm Alex Sans, similar to your average kid I go to school, do things normal kids do but alone...Why? Because of something that happened a while ago.

...For as long as I can remember, I've been bullied for being alone and to be honest, I don't like being alone and it's not my fault....

Throughout my previous years of primary school,the main protagonist of this trauma is my older sister she was 2 years older than me, and she has always hated me, ever since I was born, all because I stole the attention from our parents, even though I was a baby she hated me so much and hoped I die.

I didn't leave that easily, so she made a promise to me, as soon as I could talk, she would make my life hell.

It all started when I started walking, she would break different items around the house and blame it on me. Obviously she made it believable, she would push the stand the vase was on, to make it look like I bumped into it.

This happened on numerous occasions with different items, and our parents believed her. Soon enough I wasn't allowed to walk around the house and as I grew older it only got worse...

Primary school soon came around and I hated it. My sister convinced everyone that I had some sort of incurable sickness that was contagious, and no one dared to approach me.

A few years went by with me eating alone at lunch, and playing alone on the swing, but that didn't affect me because I was very good academically, but soon the torment stopped as my sister went to high school, but the damage was already done.

I was now approaching my senior years at my school, thinking everything will be ok, but I was wrong. Waiting for me were new tormentors, now my peers and this meant that the torment could happen in class.

I barely survived the bullying...or at least it felt like it. The bullying went on to another 2 years.

During my senior year of primary school I managed to get a scholarship at a very good school, meanings I can get rid of my sister and to my convenience it was in another province (state).

The only problem was going there and luckily, yet unluckily, my parents were getting a divorce because of my mother accepting a job there.

My father disapproved of my mother working there, and they argued so much that it led to their divorce, giving me an opportunity to go to school there.

We moved with my mother taking custody of me, and my father taking my sister. I was happy, but I would miss my father, but that also means I get a fresh start at life, I might make friends, I might even get a girlfriend, but I will try one step at a time.

So became my life a rollercoaster...

High School as rumored is a place where memories are made, will it be the same with me? I mean I'm already getting a fresh start at life, away from all that stress and loneliness, it kept me up long enough.

"I just hope that it doesn't follow me all the way here." I thought to myself, as I unpacked my suitcase.

It was late evening, and I stared through my window, below our apartment, I could see the busy city, with cars just rushing by.

I didn't want to miss my old life as it wasn't the best though I kept yearning to go back." Or maybe I'm just exaggerating it." I thought to myself as I shook my head and continued to unpack.

It was 2 days before the start of school, and I needed to pass some time, so I began to think... "What if I try to make some friends?" I thought, but soon shrugged it off.

"To be honest, I don't know how express myself, I never had to, as I didn't need to because no one would talk to me, I never really felt what it's like to have a friend, who you can express yourself with..." I said in a quiet voice, only for myself to hear.

An idea soon struck my mind and I thought, "I should get a journal!" It just came to me like magic, using a journal is like therapy, for free though. "I could write my thoughts and emotions in there, and without being judged, or feeling lonely. I can just be myself, and maybe I could make a friend, once I learned to express myself." I said, as I slammed my fist into my palm.

I took some cash from my allowance, which wasn't much and headed to the general store. I searched,and in the stationary aisle, I found the perfect one. It was a normal 'feint and margin' A5 book, with a blue stained, leather cover that said, "Thoughts should be shared, whether with a person, or a book, share them, and they won't waste away."

I grabbed it, and checked, whether it was in my budget, and it was so, I instantly bought it, and took it home.

I opened the book, and on the first page, you could fill in your name and goals, that you wish to accomplish, to which I wrote, "To learn how to express myself, Make my first friend and be more social."

I didn't want to write just yet, tomorrow will be my first outing, I just need to plan it out, and then I shall write. I want to make my first entry a good one, so I will make it about a milestone, that being going out without being laughed at, and avoided, like the plague. They probably thought I had it to begin with.

I just went to bed as it was dark out, and I needed energy for the day. The moment I closed my eyes I blacked out.

(Time skip)

I woke to the sound of my alarm, and the rays of sunshine, seeping through my curtains. I got up, and headed downstairs, to make myself some breakfast.

I ate my cereal, thinking of what to do today, and a thought came to me, "How about the park?"

The park was the perfect place, it had lots of people, and a nice atmosphere, kinda because it was outside.

Despite having no social interaction I like being outside, it makes me calm.

I took a quick shower, and picked out a nice outfit. I made my way to the park, and there were a lot more people than expected, I gulped from nervousness.

I sat on a bench and took in the fresh air, it was truly a calm place until...