Alright, my favourite subject... Me!
I'm an odd-ball at my school. An outcast. A reject. You all know the type. The one that sits either alone at lunch or sits with all the other rejects. Rejects tend to be smart, quirky, they wear odd clothing and they rarely have "cool" friends.
I remember when I was little, and everyone was everyone's friends. We all played together, we all worked together, and we all knew each other. But when we all hit puberty together, we all broke into our own little groups. All the cool, rich, mean, girls together. All the sports playing, rich, boys together. All the nerds and geeks together. All the jock girls together. Etc, etc, etc. I didn't fit in with anyone. I was middle class and I definitely didn't (and still don't) enjoy picking on other girls for self-gain. I wasn't a jock, god help me in sports. I didn't have an inhaler nor could I stand talking about school all my life.
I was left out of everything; until Nick moved to my school. He didn't fit in with anyone else either. He wasn't rich, he didn't play sports, he wasn't extremely smart, so we hung out together. After talking with him for a while, I found out he was a writer.
And that's what I am now, too.
I've learned that being a reject isn't the worst thing around. You don't have to worry about stupid little things like everyone else did. All my worries were whether or not to kill of a character or finding a good title for my last poem. And most of my problems could be fixed with the help of my "reject" friends, who were all authors in the making too.
Most of them were much better than me, but I didn't mind. They helped me grow, and they still are. I may not be the best writer around, but I am learning and trying my best.
So, three cheers for the rejects!... Err, I mean, the authors!
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