I laid against the cold ground and involuntarily mumbled, "Ah, Home."

This room could barely be called a home.

The walls were gray and the only window here is blocked by iron curtains.

There were also no  beds and the only thing considered a luxury here is the worn out brown blanket which lied near the caged window.A sign could be seen hanging against the wall, Salan Orphanage.

The only reason a place like this would be my home is because the streets were hard to live in as a kid and especially when one is six years old like me.

I am what you call, disabled.

I could do everything every other normal humans could do back in the day, however now normal is when you have an average magic skill or ability rank. A world where the strong rule.

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I chuckled on how cruel this world is. I was born with the weakest magic power paired with a low ranking esper ability.

I'm powerless. What's the point in even living?

I slapped my cheeks until they became red and remembered my phrase, "This cruel world won't claim me!"

The world will not claim me now or ever until all my goals are accomplished.

I sighed and gave a small yawn. The moon hang overhead brightening the dark starry sky.

I wonder what to do in the morning?

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Heyo!

I wanted to write something more serious and yelled why not!

I gave this a quick write up and was surprised in how good this looked. So enjoy reading!

I need suggestions and advice in how to improve my writing.