I have been writing in my novel but I can't seem to get the right words. Here is a sneak peek of chapter 2.
Perhaps an elaboration is needed to understand the origins of this feeling of guilt. This is how I saw my life, it may be hard for some to hear, but it is my own experience. My birth is mysterious because my parents are unknown. Supposedly, the year of my birth is around 275XX. They found me in January of that year but gave me a birthday in October. The place I lived in had multiple tall white buildings that were placed in the shape of a rectangle. I had no idea what the other buildings were for but the area I lived in was on the bottom floor of one of those buildings. The space had concrete floors that somehow looked like wood. The walls were greyish. There were a couple of windows in one room and another window in another room.
although I am still working on it. I suck at descriptions