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  • - Alex


    From as far back as I can remember, I used to want to be a writer. I read so many books and would write every chance I could get. Instead of playing video games or wanting to be around my friends all the time, all I wanted to do was write stories.
    I moved in the middle of my seventh grade year. This was very hard for me, we were moving away from the house I had grown up in we were leaving all my friends behind. Of course, I made new one’s quickly at my school, however it was still a difficult time especially being in my shy and vulnerable middle school years.
    One day we had a project in English where we were allowed to write a story on whatever we wished, a creative writing story. Of course, I was so excited and went home and wrote several different short stories and picked the one I liked the best. We were instructed to not put our names on it, instead a number would be assigned to it and we would trade with the other class for it to be read and graded.
    Well the day we all read each other’s stories I got mine back with a few pretty normal comments. Grammar, spelling, etc. Later on the bus I heard a group of girls talking about the story that they had read. They made fun of absolutely every detail. I began to realize the story they were talking about was mine. They said it was the stupidest thing they had ever read and they hated every minute they had to spend reading it. The whole bus ride they tore apart and bashed every single detail of my story with no idea that I was the one who wrote the story and was sitting two seats away from them.
    I went home and tore up every story I had ever written. I deleted everything I had ever made on my computer. To this day I cannot write a story. I’ve tried countless times and remind myself every single time that they were just dumb middle school kids and they were just trying to be cool. I’m 21 now and in my senior year of college, yet I still can’t get over the anxiety I feel everytime I try and sit down and do the thing I used to be so passionate about. I often wonder what my life would be like now if I had never heard those girls say those things about my writing. No matter, everytime I try and write I continually tell myself “this is stupid” and will delete or rip up what I’ve written.
    Be wary what you say to people, you may not even know who might hear what you say and how badly it can affect them.