Alright.
So getting a short story published in a book is far more than many 13 year old girls accomplish right? RIGHT?! Yes, it is. When the whole book thing was a solid YES! and it actually came in the mail I was pretty surprised. Not only was I surprised but I wanted to show it off to no end. Sounds a bit conceited, and attention grabbing doesn't it? But I was tired of people thinking I'm some stupid little airhead. I wanted my teacher to leave me the hell alone because I'd achieved far more than he himself ever had. He'd never gotten a book published had he!?
I don't think so.
It's scary to know my writing is out there. For everyone to see, and everyone to criticize and judge me upon it.
But it's also extremely fascinating seeing what I can accomplish. Me. The washout. The one who always gets put up front in the class. Whether it's intentionally or not, my teachers always make me feel a bit, how shall I put this softly...stupid? I know I'm not stupid. I just have to prove it to the rest of the world. And now, even though it may not be considered much, my two pages and about a fourth is published. Thousands, possibly millions of teenage girls, adults, and other people will read it.
And you know what they'll know?
That I can do anything. Anything I feel like it. Anytime, anywhere, anything. They have zero, zip, zilch control over what I write, and what I think.
It's all mine.
It's my thoughts. Sure, they're displayed on a piece of paper, but no one can change them.
And I've proven not only my teachers wrong, but the small part of me too.
That feels GOOD.
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