DOYLE WHITE

The Crowning

The Crowning After the fifth world war, every country was decimated. Yet, there was still a hierarchy that existed. There was the still the rich and the poor….then me. I wish I was poor. I have nothing. I’m not friends with anybody. The poor don’t even want to hang out with me. I’ve resolved to the fact that I don’t belong here; however, I don’t have any way of leaving this place.