I was one of those people who had big dreams but little courage, my aspirations and goals were huge but my confidence equally small. I was just a teenager using them as a way to escape reality.
Whoever met me said one thing always,"You don't talk so much, do you?"
The answer to that wasn't a very sure one. It's wasn't like I didn't have anything to say, I did. I just never found someone with whom I could share my ideas and my thoughts with. Someone who could understand how much my goals meant to me, that I wasn't using them just as an escape. I wanted to achieve them, I wanted to feel the satisfaction of achieving.
I always wanted to matter, I wanted attention not in the wrong way though. But I wanted people to look at me with admiration, to look up to me. Like I did to many. I never imagined that coming true. I was just a hopeless optimist desperately trying to make a mark of my own.
So when school shut down for holidays I expected this summer to be like every summer of my life, boring.
But little did I now that it would be one of the best summers of my life. And it would make me realize two things:-
-Aaron Miller was a jerk.
-That jerk saved my life.
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Summer
Teen FictionAll of us at one time in our lives need a driving force. We need that force to achieve things we've always dreamed about. To do things we never thought we would. Most importantly, to find ourselves. Aaron Miller was my driving force.
