Lilly said, “I know how you feel. My younger cousin is a nerd also and people are not nice to him because they wish they were smart like him!” Lily also shared with Henry that she felt different now about smiling because she saw how smiling can brighten someone’s day! Henry and Lilly got ready to go their separate ways. As they were leaving the courtyard, they heard an announcement that said, “Enjoy the sweet treats as a reminder to be sweet to someone else! Thanks for visiting the twelve floors of kindness! Hope to see you again soon!” “WISHING YOU A SWEET LIFE!” The End
Omniah Alakwaa, Age 14 Omniah is 14 years old. She lives in Ann Arbor. She loves to write because writing makes her feel comfortable. She also loves to play basketball and soccer, roblox, gaming, and sleeping. Her father inspires Omniah to write because he is a writer. She would live on Mars.
Hello, Boss Silence all around me. Breathes in loud noises. That is a dream—to be silent around me. *Turns around in bed with blanket* Sigh. Sleep. “Ahhh!” *Wakes up in a frightened face saying that he had nightmares* His brother is like, “wHaT YoU dOInG?” He wakes up again and again. Then a creek of drips of water—that is one drip turned into a thousand. His brother is laughing loudly and saying, “Look guys!” taking a video of him. He is embarrassed when he is walking through his classes, all pointing at him and laughing and even doing it for real. Some people say he’s not normal, but his mom says that’s a good thing! One week of embarrassing and humiliating. He wishes that he could live alone with monsters all around him. Waking up with silence, then again and again. So silent. But his mom says, “It’s so boring.” That’s what people say is so boring—living alone. He thinks he would be the luckiest kid if he lived alone. *Sighs* LUCK not real? Waking up, then: “Ahhh, luck is real!!” A monster is around. Then he is friends with a monster. Happy ending. Ahhh. L O L :]. Ahh! That’s what he wants to happen. He is not dark though—he just likes to be alone from people because he knows himself, and if he actually does know himself, then that would be worse—to be related to humans or people. Not that he cares. Not that he wants to be s-social-ab-le. Ugh. It’s harder to say than to do. He is confused because some people say it’s easier to say than do. Ugh. He should not sleep if he wants to be p-op-ul-ar. Ugh. That’s way easier than that word. What was it … Uhh, he forgot. He doesn’t actually forget, but he doesn’t want to say it. He is alone. Why would he say it? He guesses if he keeps talking to himself he will be OK and not fall to sleep. Though he doesn’t want to talk. He just sits and listens to music, but that’s what makes him sleep.
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