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Young Writers Society


J.L.A.Montoya

About J.L.A.Montoya

You want to know about me, eh? Well, here goes a brief history of me.

Elementary sucked, because I had a crush on a girl but it was never returned. Ah, foolish youth!

Middle School sucked because I was "crazy" because I didn't let people bully me around. "He's crazy man, he'll stab you!" Right. I'm not a barbarian, thank you. I was bullied, picked on, insulted, degraded, betrayed...I hate Middle School to this day. Was I physically weak? No. Was I a "nerd"? No. Was I a creep? No. Was I mentally weak? Yes. Then what made them pick on me? And now look at them, those fools. Ha!

Now, I didn't like Freshman nor Sophomore years either. I was just alone for those years. Very lonely days. "Ugh, emo." No, I didn't do that. I was just depressed...gained a little weight from it...lost all trust. But now I am in my place! My past enemies have grown up to realize that they had no reason and no right to pick on me. Honors Chorus, Marching Band an upcoming award for my strength in History...Yup. Now I'm my own person. NOW I'm human. Then I was just a weak pup. Now I'm the Siberian Husky (beautiful dogs, I think) amongst the rabble. Ah, indirect revenge is so sweet.

But yeah, now I'm a "normal" guy. Just a guy. Nothing more, and nothing less. I loved the Harry Potter series, I love Star Wars, Indiana Jones rocks, Choir and Band are awesome, and that's about it. I live in a small town, so there's not much, but it's all right.

The only other thing to know is my personality, my essence. You'll need to discover that on your own time, however. Are you up to the challenge?


Interests

History (worldwide, not a single country), Music (from Rock, to Jazz, to Orchestral)

Occupation

High School Student (Junior)


Too often we crave the extraordinary in life, without even learning how to cherish the ordinary first. Friend, I promise you this: if you can learn to take joy in the simple mundane things in life, the extraordinary will take care of itself, it'll be on its way, hurrying towards you. But if you skip the first part, it'll ever evade you.
— Arcticus