Kuto’s life no. 0609

Kuto hated his life. It wasn’t the fact that he was living in Angola, or that he had to wear an indy fedora hat all the time. It was the way that everyone looked at him with disdain. He knew they were judging him, and he hated them for it.

He tried to ignore it as best he could, but it was always there in the back of his mind. The looks, the whispers, they all hurt him deeply. But he refused to let them get to him. He would show them all that he was better than they thought.

One day, Kuto decided to take a walk into town. He wanted to see if maybe people would treat him differently if they saw him out and about doing normal things like everyone else. Unfortunately, it seemed like people were even more judgmental when they saw him out in public.

They whispered behind his back and pointed at his rusted red hair and shaved face. Kuto tried not to let it bother him, but eventually he had had enough and turned around to go home . Maybe one day people would accept him for who he is , but until then ,he would just keep to himself .