Hi guys, just a quick note before we begin;

My phone likes to switch names around sometimes so Lotor is Jackson for some apparent reason?? Please just point out errors like words not making sense in certain sentences and whatnot. Much appreciated :)

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Have you ever sat down and watched the clouds drift by slowly across the sky? If you did, you're bound to see a few misshaped clouds that struggled to keep up with the rest; Lance liked watching those rare ones out of the dozens of clouds he would see every day. Those rarities reminded him of him, they were weird and different from their family in the sky they lived in, kind of like how he was weird and different from the other students at school.

Except, unlike the clouds, Lance didn't have all the time in his life to drift along with the flow of the winds and relax. He had to avoid showing his face to the other kids who looked at him with disgust and amusement as if he were some freak show for them to watch perform. He dreaded each and every morning as he pushed himself out of bed and tried to pump himself up with music that was so out of date as he got dressed and brushed his hair. The only times he smiled were the moments he spent with his family that loved him so much that they would break their backs for him. Well all of them except for his twin sister, who didn't want anything to do with him outside of their house because of how much of an embarrassment he was.

He quietly sat in one of the bathroom stalls at school with a small bag of crackers in his lap as he hid away from the dark reality that haunted him outside. He hated even being alive sometimes, but he never wanted to make his mother cry or his father feel at fault for trying to make him manlier than what Lance already was (which wasn't much). He wished he could be a little cloud in the sky outside where he knew he wouldn't be judged for being different.

"I so scored with that girl I brought home from the party last night!" A voice exclaimed as the bathroom door creaked open to let some of those douchey jocks enter it in order for them to fix their hair and compare how many girls they snagged during the last 'crazy-as-hell' party.

Lance lost what little appetite he had and silently stuffed the food into his bag as he got up to leave. He didn't want to listen to anymore locker room talk that the jocks at school always did. It was annoying and disgusting to even listen to how they ranked the girls in their grades. They had these lists where they wrote girl's names in order from the 'thickest' to the skinniest and least desirable and as a cruel joke they would always put Lance's name on it and stick it in his locker for him to find it. Lance slipped his black bag over his shoulders and put his blue hoodie over his thin brown locks of hair and peeked through the gap of the stall to calculate his escape route. There were only two of them that he could see, Lotor Colombo and Chase VanHalen. They were Lance's least favorites of course, just his luck.

He silently twisted the silver lock to the bathroom door and tried to slip out quietly without being notice. If there was one thing Lance learned during his two and a half years of high school it was that the best times to avoid jocks were when they were discussing sports or how many girls they managed to bang in a week. Basic douchebag things.

"No way, wasn't she like number three on the list?" Lotor asked Chase as he combed out his long, white hair. Lance would place a bet on his own life in favor of Lotor hair having way more hair products in it than any normal girl's hair. "I thought we all agreed the top five were off limits unless it's prom season."

Chase rolled his green eyes and fixed his stupid anchor printed button up shirt before he pulled a comb from his salmon colored shorts. "Oh please, Brandon took down Hailey like two weeks ago and she's number two on the list but no one complains when he does it."

Lance rolled his blue eyes in disgust as he sulked by the two boys aiming for the closed bathroom door. It was a risk he thought was worth taking because the only on the line was his pathetic life, but of course with the bad luck he had, his shoe made a squeaking noise causing him to stiffen up where he stood. "Oh shit," he whispered bitterly as he glared down at his black shoes with anger.

"Oh hey it's number fifteen," Chase laughed in amusement as Lance rushed to get to the door only for it to be blocked by the much faster football player that he hated.

Sneering at him from above stood Lotor with his freshly brushed hair and golden eyes full of sinister intent, "Were you eavesdropping on us little lady?" He chuckled evilly.

Little lady and fifteen, those were his most common nicknames here in his high school. Like every girl, he had a number but unlike them, he was actually referred to by his number or by the crappy name 'little lady'. "I'm just trying to go get some lunch, I didn't hear a single thing," Lance grinded his teeth together as he tried to ignore the fact that if he screwed up he would be getting the worst pounding that he had ever received in his life.

Lotor tugged Lance's hood off and slammed him against a wall, "Oh don't give us your dumbass excuses, everyone knows you just come in here to throw up those stale crackers you snack on in your bag," he placed his hand on Lance's throat in order to keep the slightly shorter student from trying to escape.

Lance looked down at the white and black tiled floor in shame as they began to have their fun with him. He couldn't help that he felt so disgusted with himself whenever he ate. He wasn't desirable to anyone unless he was skinny, "I say we check out his waist to see if he's brought himself down to number sixteen on the list or not!" Chase stated with a simple nod at Lotor.

Lotor laughed as he unzipped Lance's blue hoodie and opened it to expose his white shirt under it, "Let's see what you are fifteen," He mused mockingly as he tugged up the hem of Lance's shirt as the junior squirmed in the senior's grip. He couldn't do anything as long as the quarterback had his hands on his little neck. "I'd say since the last check, he's actually a fourteen!" Lotor said with surprise in his eyes.

Lance pursed his lips slightly, "You're acting pretty gay right now, are you sure you don't want to add me to the list of girls you've been with?" He managed to wink even though he was shaking in fright.

Lotor's face screwed up in rage and frustration as he dropped Lance's shirt back onto him. "What the fuck did you just say McClain?" His voice trembled in rage as he strengthened his grip around Lance's throat.

Lance began to choke now as he clawed at Lotor's stupid hand that was wrapped around his throat as it cut off his airway. "Hey, we still got class after this Lotor so let's not have to make up another lie to principal Madrid about what we were doing in the bathroom to avoid an expulsion," Chase stated as he pushed off the door and placed a hand on Lotor's forearm gently.

Lance's vision was starting to go fuzzy and his lungs were screaming for air by the time that Lotor reluctantly released him allowing the small boy to drop to the floor coughing and gasping for air. The two douchebags left the bathroom rather quickly, leaving Lance on the floor as he clutched at his throat.

When he finally caught his breath he leaned back against the blue wall and stared up at the cheap, water stained roof above him with a smoke detector smack dab in the middle to keep people from smoking pot in the restrooms during class time, which set off the alarms about once a month every year because people were too stupid to learn to wait until after school. He swallowed down hard as he zipped up his hoodie again and crossed his arms over his chest.

Sometimes the thought crossed his mind; What if I were normal? He wouldn't have to worry about sneaking off during lunch to be bent over the toilets in the bathroom as he coughed up whatever he had eaten that day, he wouldn't have to worry about being bullied for being too femininely shaped, and he wouldn't have to make his sister embarrassed to be seen talking to him. He would have a girlfriend who loved him for who he was, he would be doing well in school and not have to worry about not falling asleep during class, and best of all he would never have to be bullied by those assholes on the sports teams anymore. That was just a fantasy though, wasn't it?

He was stuck living his pathetic life where he's disgusted by his own figure and couldn't keep himself from purging his stomach after he overate during a family dinner; he was disgusting. "Let's get going then," Lance mumbled quietly to himself as he stepped out into the commons area where the vending machines were at.

The bell had rung sometime during the torture session inside of the bathroom, but his fifth period consisted of boring history lectures about World War two and Vietnam, which would definitely put Lance to sleep without a doubt. He dreaded school, but he wanted to go to college and become a teacher for some ungodly reason that no one knew. Instead of being forced to go to class by one of the teachers on lunch duty that acted as if they ran the school, the intercom switched on and gave Lance a free ticket out of jail.

"Lance McClain to guidance please, Lance McClain," The voice said.

Lance didn't waste a second as he quickly steered towards the courtyard, ignoring the fact that one of the teachers on duty were yelling at him over his hood being on and went straight towards the guidance entrance tucked away in a corner next to some trees that decorated the outside area where students ate most of the time. He went to guidance almost every month to talk about his grades and health because the school 'cares' so much about the students even though the disciplinarians didn't do a thing about bully reports.

Lance opened the door and was greeted by the happiest person he had ever seen in his life. It was a parent volunteer with a blonde bob haircut and expensive jewelry on, "Hello there, darling!" She exclaimed upon seeing Lance enter through the doors. "What brings you here?" She asked as she seated herself in front of her computer and placed her rectangular glasses onto her nose.

"I was called down to talk to Mrs. Penn, so I'll just go on in if that's fine," Lance shrugged as he pushed his hood off of his head.

The woman pursed her lips slightly and peered at him from behind the reception counter where students could make requests for their manuscripts and whatnot. "Hmmm," she raised an eyebrow as she looked Lance over slowly before giving him a displeased look once she was done sizing him up. "Normal door, go ahead kiddo," she pointed down the hallway with her pen and started texting on her phone.

Lance politely thanked her before he left her to do her own thing. Even if he were familiar with the junior guidance counselor to the point he could talk to her about his personal life with family without worrying, he couldn't help but feel nervousness creeping up from the pits of his stomach to nest itself in his chest, making it feel tighter than when he had worn a suit two sizes too small for a family dinner. It sounds like something someone would make up, but trust him on this one; he would never lie about wearing a suit two sizes too small. It was hell.

He knocked on the oak door with the nameplate on it reading 'Tamara Penn'. He then slowly opened it and stuck his head inside to see a black haired woman with a book in front of her face, staring at him with cold eyes as if she were expecting someone else rather than her problematic student she talked to all the time. Lance smiled awkwardly and closed the door behind him before he seated himself in that familiar cheap plastic chair across from the now smiling Mrs. Penn.

"I thought you were Mr. Brown coming in to see if I wanted to get coffee with him again," Mrs. Penn laughed as she set her book down. She was absolutely breathtaking today, she had smoky eye shadow on and crimson lipstick that suited her pale completion and she was wearing her favorite white dress today. She was having a date night with her husband, or that was what Lance was going to place his money on. "I was so going to shut him down again, he's such a wolf!" She scoffed.

Lance scoffed and tried to ignore how unprofessional his counselor was acting. He picked at his denim jeans quietly and shifted in his chair, "What did you want to talk to me about today Mrs. Penn? I was here just last week, so am I in some type of trouble or something?" Lance jumped straight to the worst case scenario; it was his signature style.

Mrs. Penn shook her head as black hair fell over her shoulders gently. "Oh that's not why you're here Lance, in fact," she smiled and Lance tried to not physically cringe at the red lipstick on her front tooth. She leaned over in order to open a drawer in her desk and rummage around in it with her brown eyes full of seriousness. She pulled out a pamphlet and slid it across the table for Lance, "This is why you're here today."

As the counselor placed her fingertips together and smiled at Lance with happiness, he felt his heart sink into his empty stomach. It was a pamphlet for a support group called 'Scott's Sunshine Support Group'. What a stupid name first of all, and secondly its logo was a sun with a giant smile on its face as it winked and gave the thumbs up sign. Double gross.

Lance lifted the pamphlet up from the table with his fingertips almost as if it were his brother's dirty diaper and looked it over fairly quickly before setting it down to look at the woman in front of him with discomfort. "What is it?" He asked.

"A support group for teens suffering from mental illnesses and disorders such as yours," Mrs. Penn stated as she flipped open the pamphlet to show Lance pictures of the activities the people did in the support group. She went on and on about everything the group did and what they aimed to strive for with their program and why it was worth the money. "I talked with the head counselor and he said that the group meeting tomorrow had two spots still available that meet every Saturday and Wednesday. He wanted you to come and try it out for free of course."

Lance stared at Mrs. Penn before looking down at the cheesy pamphlet before looking back at his counselor again. "I'd rather not," He stated bluntly and began to gather his things wanting to run to history class before Mrs. Penn shoved the thing down his throat. "I don't get along with people my age so I don't think that would be a good option for me."

Mrs. Penn raised a waxed brow in distaste as she closed the pamphlet and handed it to Lance, "I called your mother about it and she was more than delighted to enroll you into the course. The deed has already been done, Lance," She sighed dreadfully and watched as Lance timidly took the support group information from her. "Sorry to go behind your back but I knew you were going to decline it so I took matters into my own hands."

Lance reluctantly took the pamphlet from the woman's hands and looked down at the disgustingly happy sun smiling back at him. Lance frowned slightly before he finally excused himself and began walking to class as he put the stupid thing into his backpack quietly. If Mrs. Penn had told his mother, surely she really was excited and enrolled Lance into this program; she always wanted to help him. He couldn't help but feel thankful for having a mother like her even if she did put him into a program that was absolutely a waste of time without asking his permission because she would literally break her back just to make sure he was happy in life. He smiled slightly to himself, 'maybe this wasn't a bad thing?' He thought to himself as he walked through the lunchroom to get to the main hallway. 'Maybe I'll meet some people there that will like me for me rather than hate me for my problems; I mean we'll all be suffering from something...'

History class was wild when he opened the door to see his teacher behind his desk playing on a Nintendo DS with headphones on while the other side of the room sat on their phones talking about things that were not very appropriate for class. Lance seated himself in front of the teacher's desk which was the only safe area there before he rested his head on the desk and closed his eyes, before falling asleep.

There wasn't anything special about that day until he got home; home was always different. When he and his sister Marcia stepped off the bus to walk up their driveway, the two of them were greeted by three kids who all varied in age. "Marcia!" The two boys shouted as they threw themselves onto the tall girl.

Marcia was Lance's twin; she looked almost like him except for the whole being the female thing. She had long brown hair she curled all the time, bright blue eyes, dark skin, and even freckles spotting across her face. She was fun to be around when they were at home but it was a silent agreement that Lance wasn't allowed to talk to her at school, ever. She scooped up the two children and laughed, "Patrick, Christian, how are my boys?" She laughed.

The only girl however, ran straight towards her big brother with something in her hands. "Lancey!" Heidi exclaimed as he lifted her up.

She was only five unlike the other two who were four and six, and she would only wear dresses and jewelry all the time claiming that it was what the 'cool girls' wore in her class. Lance walked with his little sister towards his house feeling his muscles beginning to ache from holding her, "What's that in your hands Heidi?" He asked with a gentle tone.

The brunette girl placed something on top of Lance's head and giggled as her brown eyes stared at him in excitement, "I made you a flower crown today since we got sent home early from school," Heidi stated triumphantly as Lance stepped onto the front porch while Marcia walked straight inside of the open front door. "Mommy said movie night will start at five since you have to go to this thing for school tomorrow too."

Lance frowned slightly as he adjusted the flower crown on his head. Every Friday in the McClain home was movie night, but it always started at eight at night on the dot, that was tradition. The fact that his mother moved the time to three hours earlier for him of all people made him uncomfortable. He didn't like being favored by his mother but he couldn't stop her from doing what she wanted to do. She was a stubborn woman.

He placed his little sister down onto the hardwood floor and slid his bag off of his shoulders before hesitating when he saw the corner of pamphlet sticking out of his bag slightly. Heidi managed to get his attention away from the winking sun when she tugged on his hoodie, "Can we draw together while we wait for dinner Lancey?" She asked with wide brown eyes full of hope.

Lance was a giant teddy bear so he couldn't just tell his siblings no whenever they wanted to do something with him. He knelt down and ruffled Heidi's brown hair, "Why not, I don't have any homework to do so let's spend time together!" He smiled.

Before they even went to the living room, Lance's older sibling rushed by with a look of worry on his freckled face. "Where's Christian!" He exclaimed with wide brown eyes.

Vincent was a teacher at the elementary school that Lance's siblings and nephew attended. He was a fourth grade teacher and specialized in writing so he was always busy in his room trying to make fun worksheets for his students for when they had to write short stories. He was tall and lanky like their father with a curly mess of brown hair and mocha colored eyes just like Heidi. Christian, the child he was searching high and low for, was his son who had been with Marcia a few moments before. Christian was a spitting image of Vincent except for his green eyes he got from his mother who left Vincent two years ago.

Lance frowned as he stood up straight to look at his brother, "Marcia just had him, why?" He asked as Heidi grabbed his hand to tug on it trying to pull her brother into the other room.

Vincent let out and exasperated sigh and tugged on his ear like he always did whenever he was stressed out. "That little rascal was supposed to be cleaning his room, not playing with his aunt!" He exclaimed with annoyance.

Lance chuckled slightly and smiled at his elder brother, "Kids will be kids right Vinny?" He stated.

"You just wait until you're a father Lance, you're going to be just like me," Vincent's shoulders drooped down as he whined out loud, "It's the worlds hardest job, you know!"

Lance rolled his eyes playfully at his brother and began to walk away with his little sister tugging him along, "I'm never going to be a father for that reason!"

Heidi turned around to look at Lance with teary eyes suddenly. Her bottom lip was trembling as she stared at him, "But I want to have a niece, you have to have a baby Lancey! I demand you to!" She whined with a sad look on her face as if Lance had betrayed her by refusing to have any kids of his own.

Vincent began laughing as Lance tried to make sure his baby sister didn't cry, "I-I meant right now Heidi!" He exclaimed as his ears grew red, "I'll have children when I'm older but I'm still in High school, I don't even have a girlfriend!"

"No!" Heidi grabbed Lance's hoodie and tugged on it making him nearly fall over. He caught the flower crown and readjusted it as his sister began crying out loud, "I want a niece!"

Lance was about ready to fall over with how Heidi was pulling on him so roughly as she screamed in a mixture of sadness and frustration. This was his daily life with his family that consisted of; a little sister that constantly demanded things, a brother who was all over the place, a twin that acted like he didn't exist, a little brother that would take bugs from outside and put it into Heidi's hair or even in the kitchen, a nephew who always did the opposite of what you wanted, and a mother who somehow managed to keep up with everything without dying early from stress.

"Dinner is ready, come and eat!" His mom shouted from the kitchen and suddenly Heidi's tears stopped and were replaced with a smile.

Heidi crawled onto Lance's body and forced him to hold the small girl, "Dinner time Lancey!" She exclaimed.

Lance made a bilious face as he sulked, "So that makes you happy?" He mumbled before he walked his little sister to the kitchen with Vincent right on his heels as he checked room after room for Christian.

His mother was a petite woman with long locks of curly brown hair that she always kept up in a bun whenever she cooked. She loved wearing dresses just like Heidi, but they had to have floral print. No exceptions. She was someone Lance truly admired and would always write essays about why she was his hero if that was the writing prompt. She was just the kindest, gentlest, and loving woman he had ever met in his life; his father was stupid to leave her when she had Patrick.

His mother had placed curry dishes onto the table, today was 'Funky Friday' where she would make something new every Friday without telling her kids and grandchild what it was and then they would watch movies until they all fell asleep together in the living room. "Wow," breathed Vincent as he walked into the kitchen and kissed their mother's freckled cheek as a greeting, "This looks and smells absolutely exquisite!" He was nearly drooling as he took his seat to ogle at the food.

Lance's mom smiled happily in delight, "I'm glad it came out well enough for a compliment, sweetie," she said with a chipper tone before looking over at Lance.

She had blue eyes like him, Marcia, and Patrick, but everyone else got her freckles and curly hair. Lance normally managed to brush his hair out enough to make the waves in his hair disappear but towards the end of the day it would start to look wavy once more. "Hey mom!" Lance gave her a greeting kiss on her cheek before he set Heidi down on the floor so she could hop onto the chair across from Vincent.

"Oh honey, you look so tired today," the short woman placed her hands on Lance's cheeks in concern as she looked him over carefully. "Have you been able to keep anything down today?" His thin brows knitted together in worry which made Lance feel guilty.

He reached up and ruffled his own hair in guilt; it was his own ways of dealing with the stress like how Vincent tugged on his ear. "Of course Mamá, I wouldn't do anything to worry you," he forced himself to smile down at his mother who looked saddened by the fact he had lied to her.

Vincent played with his fork as he waited for the rest of the family to arrive for dinner, "Don't lie to mother," he lifted his fork and pointed it at Lance before he hardened his gaze, "I'll filet you if you hurt her feeling, Lancey."

Lance scowled as he looked at his elder brother, "Fine, I haven't been able to keep anything down, but I'll make sure to eat as much as I can tonight and I'll keep it down just for you," he looked back at his mother and offered a small smile.

His mother, Maria, sighed deeply as she stroked his cheek with her hand, "Don't force yourself, Lance," she whispered before glancing over at the teapot shaped clock, "You've got that thing to go tomorrow anyways so I want you in bed by eight okay?"

Lance's eyes widened slightly as he looked at his mother in surprise, "At eight? But it's movie night, mamá!" He exclaimed in shock. They never broke traditions, not even once.

Maria pointed her index finger at Lance and puffed her cheeks out as she took on a more serious tone trying to act bigger than what she actually was. "Listen here young man," she began, "I don't care if it's tradition or not, you're going to get enough sleep tonight in order to get up early tomorrow!"

Heidi laughed as she swung her feet back and forth under the table, "Lancey is getting yelled at by mamá!" She said in a singsong voice.

"Well you're about to get a head full of bugs, so I wouldn't make fun of other people, Heidi," Vincent stated as he took a sip of water and pointed behind Heidi.

Behind the six year old was Patrick, the older one of the two and he was creeping up on the young girl with a centipede in his hand. "Patrick no!" Maria shouted as she turned her attention away from Lance and tried to stop the boy from torturing his little sister which ultimately failed as Heidi began screaming when the centipede was dropped onto her head.

Lance slouched slightly as he watched his mother try to get the bug out of a crying Heidi's hair while she scolded Patrick who laughed uncontrollably. Patrick had a gap between his front teeth which gave everyone something to pick on him about, but he had their father's black hair and their mother's blue eyes and freckles. Among the chaos, Marcia decided to make an appearance as she snuck around lance wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair of ripped jeans. Lance frowned as he watched her grab the keys to the family car without even asking permission.

Just as she turned away to leave through the garage door, Lance reached out and grabbed her wrist with a frown, "Where are you going, Marcia?" He asked.

Marcia looked back at Lance with so much disgust in her eyes Lance nearly let her go in surprise. Her blue eyes were bright and she was wearing thick amounts of makeup and contour on her face so that she looked like one of those beauty gurus on Instagram she always watched while her freckles were practically nonexistent. "None of your business, puke boy," she grunted and ripped her hand away from Lance's grip.

He felt as if a heavy stone had been dropped onto his body as he tried to process what his sister had just said to her. The was still in chaos as Maria tried to calm her kids down, but Vincent had heard and was now frowning at his sister in annoyance, "Marcia, get over yourself," He scoffed at the teen. "Get over your issues with Lance already it's been four years since you started this stupid attitude of yours. He's family and even if he has different... habits from the others it doesn't change the fact that he's your twin."

'Habits,' Lance almost felt like laughing out loud at that, 'So that's what they see my disorder as?' Marcia glared at Vincent with cold blue eyes as she puffed out her chest in anger. Her filled in brows were dipped down in absolute rage as she decided to voice her own opinion, "I don't care if he's family, he's a freak that does nothing but embarrass me at school!" She exclaimed before she pushed Lance out of the way and began walking out of the house, "I'm going to a friend's house for the night, bye."

Lance stood in the middle of the kitchen as Marcia slammed shut the door in a huff. The room had fallen into an uncomfortable silence as they all stared at the garage door that was connected to the kitchen. This usually happened, Marcia would pitch a fit with Lance whenever he tried to do something out of worry of her own safety and then the entire family would be involved with it. It always ended in the same way though; Lance would go to his room early and skip dinner.

"What a brat," Vincent hissed as he turned his attention to Lance, "Why don't we just have dinner and talk about what we want to watch tonight then, shall we?" He tried to get his brother to come join them, but it didn't work.

Lance shook his head and clenched his jaw before he smiled at his family who looked genuinely concerned, "No, I'm actually really tired so I'll go to bed early and eat a big breakfast tomorrow, 'Kay?" He didn't even wait for a reply before he rushed out of the kitchen and over to the front hall before he bounded up the staircase to go to his room.

"Lance," Maria shouted as she shuffled over to the end of the staircase, "Sweetie she didn't mean it, come back!"

It didn't matter how much any of his family members would shout for him to come back for dinner, because in the end he would stay locked up in his room; alone. His room wasn't anything special, kind of like him. It only had a small bed big enough for him and Heidi whenever she had bad dreams; a TV sat across the room on top of his dresser with a PlayStation and a few games next to it. That was it aside from the old movie posters he had on his grey walls for decoration. He slipped off his hoodie and dropped it onto his white rug before he fell into his bed and stared up at theceiling. There were silver clouds painted onto it with a blue background, he loved the ceiling so much because all the clouds showed different shapes and none were exactly alike. He liked this because it reminded him that no two people are the same like he and Marcia were complete opposites.

So, have you ever looked up at the sky and watched the clouds as they whisked by? If you did there would be a chance that a cloud passing by would be a little misshaped unlike the rest; those were always the best. They were unique.

Uniqueness in this world was rare and it deserved to be appreciated, didn't it?

Lance closed his eyes and imagined the unique little cloud on his ceiling. Maybe the support group would help him through this 'habit' of his. Maybe then Marcia would be able to smile at him like how they used to before the end of middle school. Or perhaps he could find people there that would accept him for who he was.

That would be a blessing from God himself, wouldn't it?

Did you enjoy the first chapter of beautiful disasters? If you haven't caught on this is a story about people suffering from different things such as mental disorders, health issues, or even body image problems. There will be scenes that make you cry, laugh, or even feel anxious so please be wary about the rest of the book since I don't put trigger warnings because their meaning has been twisted by the internet for stuff that isn't severe unlike abuse, rape, etc. If there is ever a scene where I think it might trigger any form of a PTSD episode in any of my readers I WILL place a trigger warning but otherwise I will not. If you have any sort of things you want me to put trigger warnings about in the future (that are reasonable) let me know in the comments.

Anyways, constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcomed.

I hope you enjoyed,
-Anri