Life was unfair to people. Sometimes it felt like your story had already been written and nothing you did could change it.
Daniel Lancaster sat in a chair, holding a handkerchief and trying desperately to calm his wrecked nerves.
"I wasn't born this way; society made me like this. If only my father was never a monster, if my mom never ignored my presence, and if my sister had continued her support, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way," Daniel muttered, his face buried in his palms as he bent over, still hiding his tears from the public.
For 30 minutes he had been like this, hiccupping and sneezing continuously. Oh gosh, the cold…
As he rubbed his hands together, trying to generate warmth, a harsher chill pressed in, nearly knocking him off his feet as his teeth chattered. How had the weather changed so drastically? He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, still trying to instill warmth, when a long jacket was draped over him from behind.
