When I was little, I was obsessed with the idea of helping other people. I wanted to save their lives and make a difference. It was the the year 2150, which was four years ago, and I was a Junior in Highschool. I was the small fry that everyone either picked on or pittied. No one wanted to be friends with the loser that wasn't good at anything.
The worst of them all was Asher Garrison. He was a school athlete that was good at almost everything. He was everything that I wasn't. He was good looking, muscular, and rich. Me on the other hand, I'm weak, poor and can't even get a girlfriend.
There was atleast one girl that was kind to me, but I don't think I can consider her a friend because we don't talk to each other almost at all. The only time she interacted with me was when she was trying to stop Asher from beating me up again. She asked if I was alright and if he had hurt me then she walked off. She was a year younger than me so I never had the time to thank her.
I thought that my life would stay this way forever but little did I know that things were going to take a ginormous turn and that my life would never be the same ever again.