“No true warrior can ever grow old. They are meant to die on the field, holding their weapon high and riding to meet death’s clutches, Heaven of Guardsrest. There is no such thing as an old warrior.”
-Emilia Fisher
A true author, friend, and warriorJ!
Prologue: Me
All my life, I’ve been a loner. An outcast. I’ve been made fun of. I think differently than other people. The way I think is new. And it seems that when kids are confronted with something new and strange to them, they do the only thing they think that they can do. They can’t become friends with it, so they try to destroy it through bullying and ignoring. That’s what happened to me.
I have short, wild, brown hair instead of the usual long, tame, blonde kind. My eyes are green and I have freckles instead of blue and a clear face. And I wear things from Old Navy instead of American Eagle, Abercrombie & Fitch, or Aeropostal. Also, I have wonderful creativity and leadership skills, and I usually get very good grades. I’ve been made fun of because of those things ever since elementary school.
My house is in the middle of nowhere. My parents own seventy-two acres of land, all woods, and in the middle of it is my house. A two-story high colonial, we made a lot of progress in making our house our own since the previous owner, an old lady who was obsessed with cats.
Every morning, I get on my bike and rude one and a half miles down my driveway to the main road to board the bus. Once there, I hid by bike in some bushes and meet Mike and James, my two closest neighbors. They both don’t like me very much, but they talk to me anyway since they have nothing else to do. There are only about twenty kids on our bus, so they have no one else to talk to. But as soon as we get off that bus, they don’t talk or even look at me as to not loose their cool. Then, I endure a day of torcher.
I have only one friend in the whole middle school of 338 kids total. Her name is Crystal Smith. I don’t really have anything to say about her, except that she is the nicest, kindest friend anyone could want or have. She gave up her chance to be popular just to be my friend. That’s true friendship.
