Begin at the beginning. It’s something I’ve heard so often in school while attempting to write my life’s story thus far. It’s not some epic tale because I have only so many years to write about and some of those years are blurry. I have fragments of memory from kindergarten but before that there’s nothing.
It’s supposed to be an easy assignment for the last day of school before I make the transition to high school but it’s turned into a mini passion project. I want to write something novel worthy but all my teacher wants is a fluff piece.
He doesn’t realize that my writing is not average and I’m not the typical eighth grader. I’m destined for something bigger than this small community I’ve called home all of my life.
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