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My Solo
The winds were rolling in, the skies were flashing with light, and sound was piercing the ire skies. The darkness was covering the light; it was approaching me with increasing speed. I would not be disturbed; my pencil flew across the page back and forth capturing my innermost belief, Love.
This tree started out as small as a plant in the making. It began with a kid who was all consumed with just having fun. There was no greater purpose in his life; he knew what was right and what was wrong but his footsteps just echoed his parents he never truly turn and create his own path till he was exposed to the harshness of the world.
My seventh grade year began; I was the new kid just trying to fit in. I grasped it all I thought, I had popularity, I had friends, I was set. The first few weeks were great then, whack! All of a sudden everything was stripped from under my feet; I was falling. My mind cried out to itself “what is happening… I… my friends?... where are they now?” It seemed as if my life was rolling down hill about to completely crash into the rocks at the bottom. As it turns out I was being pushed uphill into a pack of true friends; the friends that bring out the very best in ones self. My “saviors on earth” were Gui, Tyler, and Colman. Tyler was the friend that was very much like me, he saw the good in everything, he cared out for others, and he loved life more than about anyone. This is where the echoing lessened and I turned to serve the world, to have fun but include others and to use the pain I received from getting rejected by the world to care more deeply for the people around me.
Small as the plant may be, it grew stronger by the rejection he faced. He started going through the motions. Being a stunted plant with friends, he didn’t see a need to grow at the moment. He had three other plants near him, but as it turns out all of them turned to face life’s trials separately. “He” would display the...