Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

     Nothing to write about. Nothing at most. A lost cause, that is what I am. Just that. Most things that come easy are really not most at all. Easy things come small to almost nothing or maybe even nothing at all. Nobody knows my greatness.

     "I am special. I care for who needs it, not who has care already. Does not give me much to care for," I wrote solemnly to myself. I wanted Mrs. Seabryn to read this. She needed to read this. I hoped someone would snoop in my journal if nobody else got the chance to read it.
     "You're special, aye, Jenkins? I bet you could be if you really cared," said Jayden who had snooped before I could have ever been done with the worthless piece of work.
     "Yes, I am special. Jayden, you are the least special boy in our own grade. You think you are much too popular. ...Or whatever you do think you are. ..." I said, backing off more and more, little by little. 
     The lunch bell rang and most kids went running out of the classroom. I stayed and sat. Nothing came to my mind, though. I just sat. Mrs. Seabryn looked me up and down. A tear fell from my face.
     "Maya, you can talk if you like. If you need help with anything, of course. If you do, we may talk on the walk home, I suppose," said Mrs. Seabryn. I smiled vaguely. I tried to hide my true emotions. Just as if it were my ambitions. ...