Book / Religion and Spirituality
Short Story / Romance
Short Story / Humor
I'm a normal girl. I go to school, I do homework, I put on makeup and think about my future and obsess over my boyfriend. As normal as it gets.
I hate normal.
Sometimes, I wish I could fly. I wish the CIA would recruit me for a top secret mission. I wish I was a superhero or someone who could make clothes appear out of thin air. And I even, sometimes, wish that Zac Efron would visit my city to shoot a movie and fall in love with me and whisk me away.
I wish I was special.
But, being special depends on the person. My sister is special because she always knows when I need a hug. My best friend is special because she helps me see the black and white when all I see is grey. My archenemy is special because he tempers me.
Ousma is special because she pushes me to make my writing the best that it can be.
brucek is special because his comments and encouragements make me cry.
McKenna Rose is special because she is just like me, and that gives me hope for my future.
See? Everyone is special.
My writing is special. And, I suppose, that makes me special too.
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