You are sitting on a rock, looking at the destruction around you. You didn't mean for this to happen, you really didn't. You just wanted to be like other kids. You just wanted to have fun. But you should have known, you were never like other kids.

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You were born into a poor family. No brothers or sisters, just you. But you're okay with that. You love your mom and your dad, so much. You love your town, and your home, and your life, but somehow you've always been different. You don't mean to sound conceited when you say that you're a lot stronger and faster than the other boys your age, but you are. You used to be proud of it, but now you try to hide it. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but when you look into your parents' eyes, you don't see yourself. You see love and kindness, but foreign features. You don't belong. But then you decide. You decide that you must leave. You must go on a journey to find yourself. You will go any distance, because know that every mile will be worth the while to find where you belong. But little do you know that you will find much more than just where you came from. You will find love, triumph, happiness, and the hero within that you have yet to know exists.