Intro:
There isn’t much I can do right. I’m not a student council/marching band superstar/reads-to-the-blind-in-his-own-free-time-‘cause-he’s-so-damn-perfect student; and I can’t play sports for shit. Well, I can run pretty damn fast but that doesn’t change anything since I’ve never done anything about it. I just took my mandatory two years of Gym and carried on with my normal classes. So, what can I do right?
1. I can maintain a mostly “B” but occasional “C” average.
2. I can eat enough food for an impoverished family of eight and manage to still be scrawnier than the average teenage boy.
3. I can manage to screw up every social encounter with every member of the human population of the female variety with my unbearably awkward social skills (or lack thereof).
4. Oh, and I can play a grand total of twenty-three instruments.
Whoa. Hold up there.
Skinny awkward boy has a talent?
Why, skinny awkward boy sure does.
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The Adventures of a Scrawny Musician and a Compulsive Liar
Teen FictionThere's not much that's special about Laurence. His grades are average, his athletic skills are average, his social skills are nonexistent, and his muscles? Psh, don't even start. However, he does have one talent: music. Scrawny ol' Laurence can pla...
