Seth: I hate this.
Mary: What's wrong, buddy?
Seth: This year hasn't been good to me.
Mary: Want to talk about it?
Seth: I lost my grandmother in January, these two girls picked on me for my autism, and it just keeps getting worse.
Mary: Sorry for your loss, Seth. Maybe, the latter half of this year will improve.
Seth: I don't know. I want 2024 to come.
Mary: *pats Seth on his shoulder to comfort him*
This story was written on Tuesday, June 6th, 2023.
A/N 2023 hasn't been good to Seth, and I wouldn't blame him. Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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