A Lesson Learned
When I was younger, a lot of people took time out of their day to ruin mine. The only thing is, I was in fourth grade when I discovered writing. It was hard to imagine me not writing. My mind had been opened to this beautiful, fictional reality. Only, I thought it would make me popular.
I lived in Wahiawa, Oahu. The kids in my school were a little… mean. In the fifth grade, I met this girl. Her name was Angel, though she was in fact, a demon. Coincidentally, we both lived near each other, and near a beach. She tried to get me to hang out with her and her popular friends. The only thing is, I was never really destined for popularity.
Her friend’s names were Shawna, and Alohilani(weird name though). We were hanging out at the same table during our class’s library time. I had my four books ready to read. Now I was really, really shy. They were chatting really …show more content…
When I moved here I met one of my best friends, Emily. We met in October, and I introduced her to creepypasta, and she introduced me to Five Nights At Freddy’s. With my “I don’t care” mindset and the help of my friend Emily,I slowly came out of my shell. I wasn’t that shy anymore. Ask anyone today and they will say that I’m really, really LOUD!
Anyway, i learned one BIG lesson. I should not let popularity grab me with its tentacles and drag me deep down into the bottomless, shadowy pits of boredom.I basically didn’t care, and I learned a lot of things from not caring. So the moral of the story is: Don’t care about popularity, friends, or anything.
Now as I sit in my classroom, people doing work in the background, I think this is the only good story from that school. The sky itself beams down on me, as I leave you with one last small piece of advice. Life itself is short, so live and let live. Don’t focus on the annoying haters. When you’re being pushed around, fight back, you’ll be glad you
When I was younger, a lot of people took time out of their day to ruin mine. The only thing is, I was in fourth grade when I discovered writing. It was hard to imagine me not writing. My mind had been opened to this beautiful, fictional reality. Only, I thought it would make me popular.
I lived in Wahiawa, Oahu. The kids in my school were a little… mean. In the fifth grade, I met this girl. Her name was Angel, though she was in fact, a demon. Coincidentally, we both lived near each other, and near a beach. She tried to get me to hang out with her and her popular friends. The only thing is, I was never really destined for popularity.
Her friend’s names were Shawna, and Alohilani(weird name though). We were hanging out at the same table during our class’s library time. I had my four books ready to read. Now I was really, really shy. They were chatting really …show more content…
When I moved here I met one of my best friends, Emily. We met in October, and I introduced her to creepypasta, and she introduced me to Five Nights At Freddy’s. With my “I don’t care” mindset and the help of my friend Emily,I slowly came out of my shell. I wasn’t that shy anymore. Ask anyone today and they will say that I’m really, really LOUD!
Anyway, i learned one BIG lesson. I should not let popularity grab me with its tentacles and drag me deep down into the bottomless, shadowy pits of boredom.I basically didn’t care, and I learned a lot of things from not caring. So the moral of the story is: Don’t care about popularity, friends, or anything.
Now as I sit in my classroom, people doing work in the background, I think this is the only good story from that school. The sky itself beams down on me, as I leave you with one last small piece of advice. Life itself is short, so live and let live. Don’t focus on the annoying haters. When you’re being pushed around, fight back, you’ll be glad you