Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25506761-20141011131848

So, let's talk about my purpose in life, or lack there of. I'm not kidding, I have nothing that I can do to pull my weight in this world. I can't make another happy, in fact love is non-existent in my life. I am not here to create something. My writing skills are likely to be the poorest in the country, you should see my handwritten 'k's. Also, my imagination is limited to what already exists. You won't see me inventing anything anytime soon. I'm scrawny and limp, so I'm not here for people to cheer for at the football or basketball games. I'm...what's the word...useless.

''I recognise his uselessness, and his lacking is my purpose. I'm a...special angel. I pick out the scum who just waste the air on the treasured Earth and eradicate them for the benefit of the needed, the ones who give progress to the human race. It is my job, and this rat just gave me my next task.''

I arrive at school, get pushed and playfully nudged by my peers (they don't really bully me even though they all have a special talent and I don't) and end up at algebra. I'm in the 'special' class. I know the teachers call it retarded behind our backs, and the students say it to my face. That's fine with me, it isn't bullying. It's just truth. Honestly, the teachers are meaner by acting all sweet up front and using poisoned words when they lounge around on their break.

The day goes by quickly and pretty smoothly, like always. I never really soak up what I'm being taught, and at the end of the day, it's like I didn't even go to school. Lunches are only a time when I wander aimlessly, blank-minded, if you were wondering.

I walked home. My parents wouldn't be home until seven, which is when I'd be asleep. Everyday, I just have a frozen meal. I sleep easily, so I like to sleep early. I often end up leaving for school before they even wake up, at five in the morning. I don't think I'm avoiding them, it's just how my schedule works.

I walked past the forest, hopped over the drying river and found myself climbing the little pile of rocks as usual. It was at these rocks that something unusual happened. A figure was coming close to me at rapid speed, starting as a speck on the horizon and increasing in size at a constant and quick speed.

At first, I thought it was a fly. Then, I thought it was an eagle. But now that it hovers in front of me, I see that it is indeed an angel. I bolted. I mean, what would you do, speak with it? I was terrified! I don't want anything to do with an angel, my mind could barely comprehend it! As I said, zero imagination! I looked behind me, and it was chasing me.

''I laughed as my prey ran, as if it would make a difference. The majority of them do this, but they never understand that I'm the cat and they are the mice. This one was particularly slow, so I teased it for a bit, flying slowly. I realised that we were gettig close to witnesses, however, and dived down. I picked up this male, and accidentally let go as we flew over the trees. I truly did want to torcher him a bit more, but I suppose my hands weren't working properly. Oh well. Lucky for him.''

I was picked up by the beast as I was too slow. I never have been an athletic person, as I mentioned before. I screamed, but we were up too high for anyone to see. I looked down, even though that's the opposite of what people say to do when up high. All I saw was the green, endless canopy of the forest with the dying river, when I was dropped. Instead of screaming, I had a final thought.

"My purpose in life is to be the sacrifice. To save humanity from this beast."

That's what they all get wrong. 