Drew POV

Boy that chick next door is weird. He thought to himself.

He left the weather worn porch and stepped onto the cracked cement.
She isn't even that attractive with dark brown hair and ever staring eyes. Blah!!!

He shuddered and spat on the overgrown lawn. The summer sun scorched his skin. Curtains fell back into place as he glanced at Gale's place. Ugh. Such a freak. Someone kill me now. He mentally gagged.

I came here to get some peace from fangirls and the like. He started to walk down the street. To the bridge I guess.

He turned left, ignoring the cutesy little antique shops.  His mind was blank. He turned right.

"Excuse me, kind sir," An elderly woman with snow white hair and skin speckled with liver spots.

"Y-yes? Ma'am," He stopped.

"Can you lift that big heavy box for me?" She asked politely.

"S-sure" He stuttered.

He lifted the box with ease. He felt his biceps flex against the hem of his sleeves. Eyes seemed to bore into him
from everywhere.

Who's watching me? He thought as he glanced over his shoulder. No one was on the street.  How peculiar...

"Thank you, sonny," The elderly woman replied.

He nodded and continued walking.
I hate speaking, I don't want anyone to make fun of my stutter.

The bridge neared in the distance. Finally. He quickened his brisk pace. The shade of the bridge beckoned.

Under the bridge he sat on a wooden milk crate. A demon from hell shouldn't have speech impediments. I was so strong, so powerful. He sighed. Mortals are always attracted to powerful entities. He thought harder, Other powerful entities are attracted to me, too. Which sucks a lot, if you're a power magnet like me.

He sighed again.