(Not a very creative person but I want to give it a try) One will think being different was a good thing. How ones gifts and talents can give you benefits to life. I say, my benefits is a burden to my life. Being the one and only one is something I wish I wasn't. If I could change to be normal I would take it. This is my life, this is just my story. Covered in dust and laying in a field I rest on the ground. I look around to see unfamiliar faces and then it's all just blurs. Deep in sleep I think on my memories but nothing comes to me. Why can't I remember anything at all? There has to be a reason why? I woke up in a small room. Looking around I see the paint of the room was peeling and it look like it hasn't been used for years. I get up to get a better look at the place and see a small mirror sitting on the counter. I pick it up and see my reflection. There I remember why I have a burden to bare. I sit down crying and tossing the mirror away. All my memories are coming back and such a pain I felt. Never have I ever knew such sorrow and grief that made me feel empty inside. After awhile I herd foot steps coming from outside. I stay still wondering who or what it could be. An old man, different from me came in and stared at me, shocked but curious. I look away and wipe away my tears from my face, looking down and avoiding any eye contact. He knelt down and put his arm on my shoulder and gave a quick smile. How could he trust me? Why?
It's not a bad start. There are some grammar/spelling mistakes, so I would recommend proof reading before posting, and maybe adding a little more detail. But I'll be reading.Bump!
Great! Just be careful with changing tenses . And that's probably due to the fact that you were half asleep .